शायरी नहीं सूझी थी मज़बूर हो गया था

मेरी बात सुनने वाला कोई बाकी न बचा था!

मेरा हमनफस  जो  ना हो सका
तो हमसफ़र  भी  तू  क्यों रहे

मेरा  हमनवा जो नहीं है गर
तो हमनशीं  भी तू क्यों रहे

सब था जो भी वोह दिल से था
लाख हसीँ है  तू , हुआ करे

मैं जो कर सका वोह  सब करा
काफी नहीं तो ना हुआ करे

उल्फत थी सिर्फ वाक़ई में  सिर्फ
यकीन  नहीं तो कोई क्या  करे!

A Suggestion for FM

Arun Jaitley better make good use of money 'recovered' a la demonitization and anti black money campaign.

Though reducing various deficits,improving India's image as an emerging market(??) and credibility by reducing debt servicing costs may be understood by some,the huge mass of laymen with implicit faith in Modinomics,nationalist fervor are following their innate belief in correctness ,genuineness of intent.

That intent needs to pass the layman's 'test' of 'delivering'.

Failing it could be catastrophic and could adversely effect election results in Goa and UP in the short and LS elections at the end of present tenure.

One suggestion,make it tangible,send it to the poor's Jan Dhan Account.Nothing works like scent of money!

And improve the tax regime with a large heart,rope in the middle middle(a vast majority) class.

You would have got 40+ % of voting public and the housewives.

EM image,ISRO make every Indian proud but it doesn't mean votes!

Earn your votes too by fertilizing the still available 'positive sentiment',Mr Modi.

Some Random Thoughts

Aastin ke saanp hi sahi
GauChalo mehfil saji
Warna Kayamat barpaati hai
shaam ki tanhai humpar

 Zinda rehne ke liye
tazindagi bechain raha,
Maut aai
Tab kaheen chain mila

Daaman bhi bichaayaUsne
 haath bhi thamaaya usne
apni naadaangi keh ke
jise talte hare
Kabool karte hain aaj
ki humne Bewafai ki

Humko na dojakh na hi maut ka dar hai
Humko to sirf apneaap ka dar hai
Main main hoon,main hi hoon,
jo sab hoon,main hi hoon
Is jazbaat ka dar hai


Kuchh baat ahi hum main
Yeh malum hai humko
Kya hai,kyun hai
uska sila kya hai
........ is baat ka dar hai

Too Many Leaders.................

We live in a state that is inundated with leaders.From Block Vice Presidents  to State General Secretaries.From Gram Panchayat member(and their proxies read husbands of members selected from Women reserved seat) to Chief Ministers(working on proxy till sometime back;In Bihar)
A vibrant democracy,so vibrant that the resonance is enough to harm you eardrums.Vibrating for last 64 odd years,resulting in the voter becoming sensible enough to not to vote any one party.However.having been left with Hobson's choice, electing to power a conglomerate of parties with leaders of different hues, colors, tones,statures,personalities with nothing in common but a desire to be in Power and to stay in Power at any cost.The Desire resulting in  such diverse Leaders being bed partners that even Freud would not be able to brand the underlying complex.
Vibrant democracies various vibrancy(s) have resulted in a cacophony that would put Cacophonous(of Asterix and Obelix) and his defamed music in demand.

Vibrant democracy plodding slowly but dexterously towards an undefined aim and in the process more often by accident than ever by design achieving;something;anything.And we the People rejoice and sing,Phir bhi Dil Hai Hindustani.The lower rung leaders pounce on this 'anything' achievement and say,'Humara Neta ne Leader Mahan'......................communication gap and the Aam Admi hears 'Mera Bharat Mahan' and leader goes back to making cacophonous noises and Aam Admi to his endless toil to be......yeah, tojust Be.

Now this mass of humanity called Our Nation and the Aam Admi therein over the past 64 yrs saw a pattern emerging; a pattern that showed him that the Political Factory is delivering Leaders at an ever increasing frequency.Leaders who,as Samuel Johnson said, have come to politics since it is the last resort for the scoundrel and I amend it to read as the First resort of the scoundrel in our vibrant democracy.
So..................sick of these ASSEMBLY LINE products of various hues but same chassis(read character and Aim) We The People started looking for SOMEONE to eulogise,someone whom we could admire,our leader of our very own Jasmine revolution.OUR HERO
So here was a NATION of  1 Billion and pregnant(pun intended) with many a myriad leaders but bereft of a Hero.Our Knight in White armour was found fast and made into a Hero overnight.He loved it,We loved it.And the coterie surrounded him fast.Coterie of self styled (men and women) epitomes of virtue,honesty,incorruptibility.We saw our jasmine revolutions dawn and cried Blood(democratically, nonetheless as dramatically  as the Arab one)
Did No One tell this Coterie about the age old saying,'Pehla pathhar woh mare jisne Paap na kiya ho,jo paapi na ho'.
Well, our hero did turn out to be an honest , virtuous but simple AAM AADMI.Yes,Anna Hazare is a GOOD man but he is just the AAM AADMI on whom greatness has been thrust.He is relishing it,playing along because he knows no better.Reminds me of Raju of 'The Guide' (Dev Anand starrer) and the protagonists similar rise to Cult Hero status only to die for a cause he didn't believe in and ;in the case of Anna; HE DOESN'T UNDERSTAND.There are a lot of clean good men and women in this country AND that is not enough to brand them as 'The People's Heroes'.
We need sensible,pragmatic,thinking leaders, heroes, visionaries all rolled into one.So what if they gulp a drink or two as the sun sets.Don't cane them as Anna states( what he says is good for Ralegaon Sidhi but we are talking about the biggest,largest democracy in the world).Use their statesmanship.Please don't make them Heroes;Find them first,give them the JOB.Give them TIME,be PRAGMATIC ask for achievable GOALS.Look at the RESULTS discerningly but not with a jaundiced eye.Wait.................  and then say PASS or FAIL.
This Nation doesn't need any Revolution,it needs its own form of Democracy,tailor made to suit this bustling mass of largely good people.It needs Constitutional amendments to make the constitution more relevant to the ground realities. 
There is some more to be said but I'm tired so later.......

The Original Couplet on which I have based tis was written when I was 16 BUT the present version was written Yesterday at 49+

Badahkhwari is kadar hui,                 (Was such a drunkard
Maykhane sang kabar hui,                 they put a bar next to my grave
Insaan se murda hue,                        since i became a corpse courtesy liquor                                                         hence the respect,love,consideration care)
chunancha yeh kadar hui,

Kadar hui...................                       ( Got respec.................re
Baat yeh sadar hui,                                 This became known all over
na peete to yuheen marjate,                 had i not become a drunkard,i would have died unannounced
kya baat hai kadar hui                          courtesy drinks I got respect,love................re)

Kaise hui,kyoon hui,                              (  How and why,
kadar hui............                                      but i got resp................re)
na mili  pak kamon se,                             didn't get it by being pious,
 na  kisi ko rijhane se,                                nor by being a sychophant)

macca bhi ho aaya,                                   ( been to Mecca,took a bath in Ganges,
ganga naha liya,                                         been to all teerth sthan,
 teerath bhi kar liye                                       Even fell into the ultimate human feeling;love
mohabbat bhi;                                              but i only got it in the the company of liquor)
mili to aa mili maykhane mein

kadar mili...................                                Got respec.............................re
insaan se murda hue,                                   became a corpse from a human being
Kadar mili.......                                             But got respec......................re)

Maykhane aane wale                                  (Visitors to the bar
sajda karte hain,                                            Pay obeisance at my Grave
chadar charhate hain,                                    Pay their respects
mannatein karte hain                                     Wish for fulfillment of their needs/desires)

vali khafa hue,                                                (Angels got angry,
khuda se arz ki,                                              approached GOD complained
namakool,badahkhwar insani murda,                 and said,Useless,Drunkard human Corpse
piron fakiron ki shirkat kar raha hai huzoor!!!!!!!   is  being venerated like Peer and Fakir)


vali humein jaante hain,                                   (  Oh My,the Angels,know me,
kadar hui                                                            I got respec....................re
pahchante hain ,                                                  They recognize me,
kadar hui                                                          I got respec......................re)

Allah ne dekha hamara hisaab,                        ( GOD went over my deeds and misdeeds
bole......................                                            And said,
bura naheen chaha,                                           he never held any ill will towards anyone
na kiya kisi ka bura,                                          nor did he ever harm anyone
bantee muhabbat,                                              he only spread love
rahaa bawafa                                                     always remained loyal to  my laid down tenets)

is ko  mere paas lao,                                      ( Bring him to me,
main akela hoon,                                               I AM ALONE,
koi darja na do isko,                                        Don't give him any venerated titles like peer,fakir,VALI
main akela hoon,                                             I want him here,I AM ALONE)

na peer banao,                                                Give him repec..................re
na do vali ka khitab                                         He doesn't want to be called an ANGEL
kadar do isko,                                                 He just wants respec......................re
yeh...... iske kabil hai,                                       GIVE IT TO HIM , HE DESERVES IT
mere paas lao                                                   BRING HIM TO ME,
yeh........... iske kabil hai                                   HE DESERVES IT

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kadar MILI.....................                                 I finally GOT................respect..................re)