kyon nahi khota chain mera
kyon nahi udte hosh mere
kyon hoon itna chup chaap main
kyon hoon itna gum naam main
aisa nahi hai doston ki man nahi machalta mera
par aisa kyon hai doston ki dil had nahi par karta doston
kyon hoon darta main karne se had par main
kyun hoon simta rehta main apne aap mein
kyoon hoon itna gumnaam main
sochta mehsoss karta hoon pyar main
jab dekhta hoon do dilon ko sath main
sochta hoon hota mera koi ham safar
par phir bhi kyon ruk jata hoon har baar main
kehna chahta hoon dil ke jasbat main
hansna chahta hoon kisi ke saath bin baat main
pyaar karna chata hoon ek baar main
par phir bhi kyon ruk jata hoon har baar main
dhoondhta hoon usko har baar main
bheed mein bhi khojta hoon har baar mein
sochta rehta hoon duniya ke is bheed bhare bazaar mein
par doston apna hi maza hai intezar main
Friday, April 22, 2011
Tuesday, April 5, 2011
something today
An incident not of much significance and much common place but i am writing it down so that it acts as a reference so that if me or someone else reads it he pays attention.
Today I saw a boy around 14-15 passing by near my house and crying loudly.He was carrying those sweet cottons in his hand to sell.It was strange to see him cry as we are expected to see these people with an only straight faced expression and never show any emotion except perhaps something crying out abuses.Also we expect them to be toughened by life and so never display any weakness.I had never thought about the characteristics of these vendors but these thoughts came up spontaneously as I saw him cry and almost expected that some boy moving behind him was crying who belonged to one of us as such tenderness is a privilege reserved for only an elite few.
Moved as any common man i asked him what happened.Before he could answer a gang of small kids who were following him jumped in between.They told me that some thugs had stolen all his money and some of his possessions.they explained me how did fooled him.They also told me that how they were helping him by giving him 10Rs each.And they asked me to give it to him as well.based on my belief that helping people like this only frees you of the guilt for time being and actually saves u from the effort of doing something concrete i did not give him anything right then .
Meanwhile bawa also came in and asked what was the matter.that bunch of kids again excitedly repeated the whole story.Bawa was equally helpless.he asked if he could identify those thugs.Since he could not so he also raised his hand.He asked me to give him 10 Rs.I thought of giving him some more but then decided against it.Meanwhile Mummy was not entirely convinced of the story.
Anyways the whole lot moved ahead and i decided to follow them partly by the desire to give him some more money without being seen by anyone at home and partly to know what would be the boy's response as the kids had taken it in their hands to compensate for his loss and were excitedly calculating how have they made up for him 190 Rs of the 395 he had lost.I wanted to see for my own curiosity that how the victim would behave.I thought that the normal human tendency would be to except the help and show your plight to everyone to get help which i myself was not able to consider as a worthy thing to do.
Still he was in considerable pain and continued crying although now my mind was not able to decide whether he was crying out of the pain or to get sympathy from people to get money.
He did stop or rather was stopped by the kids at another home from where they solicited age from an old lady.I changed my path thereon not wanting to look intruding into the things.
I then was with my thoughts and found that the sympathy of a human being depends on how much he perceives the pain of other to be real.As now i had doubts about his pain my sympathy for him declined.Though i didnt give him the money not for this reason but because still i had the belief that by helping in bits and pieces one tries to exonerate himself of anything concrete he should do for society.
Today I saw a boy around 14-15 passing by near my house and crying loudly.He was carrying those sweet cottons in his hand to sell.It was strange to see him cry as we are expected to see these people with an only straight faced expression and never show any emotion except perhaps something crying out abuses.Also we expect them to be toughened by life and so never display any weakness.I had never thought about the characteristics of these vendors but these thoughts came up spontaneously as I saw him cry and almost expected that some boy moving behind him was crying who belonged to one of us as such tenderness is a privilege reserved for only an elite few.
Moved as any common man i asked him what happened.Before he could answer a gang of small kids who were following him jumped in between.They told me that some thugs had stolen all his money and some of his possessions.they explained me how did fooled him.They also told me that how they were helping him by giving him 10Rs each.And they asked me to give it to him as well.based on my belief that helping people like this only frees you of the guilt for time being and actually saves u from the effort of doing something concrete i did not give him anything right then .
Meanwhile bawa also came in and asked what was the matter.that bunch of kids again excitedly repeated the whole story.Bawa was equally helpless.he asked if he could identify those thugs.Since he could not so he also raised his hand.He asked me to give him 10 Rs.I thought of giving him some more but then decided against it.Meanwhile Mummy was not entirely convinced of the story.
Anyways the whole lot moved ahead and i decided to follow them partly by the desire to give him some more money without being seen by anyone at home and partly to know what would be the boy's response as the kids had taken it in their hands to compensate for his loss and were excitedly calculating how have they made up for him 190 Rs of the 395 he had lost.I wanted to see for my own curiosity that how the victim would behave.I thought that the normal human tendency would be to except the help and show your plight to everyone to get help which i myself was not able to consider as a worthy thing to do.
Still he was in considerable pain and continued crying although now my mind was not able to decide whether he was crying out of the pain or to get sympathy from people to get money.
He did stop or rather was stopped by the kids at another home from where they solicited age from an old lady.I changed my path thereon not wanting to look intruding into the things.
I then was with my thoughts and found that the sympathy of a human being depends on how much he perceives the pain of other to be real.As now i had doubts about his pain my sympathy for him declined.Though i didnt give him the money not for this reason but because still i had the belief that by helping in bits and pieces one tries to exonerate himself of anything concrete he should do for society.
Thursday, January 6, 2011
a new unexpected experience
The last day of the year gone by had something interesting to teach me.....before beginning let me tell everyone who has bothered to read this post....that like most of the common people I also have a very negative perception of the policemen....but this experience forced me to have some pondering at my prejudices....
It so happened that I was driving down the road when the light turned yellow and by the time I reached the crossing It had turned red...seeing nobody around and having the so usual attitude "kya pharak padta hai"....i jumped the red light...besides it was not a busy one....so I thought it was ok....But suddenly a cop emerged and stopped me....
I first tried to evade him...and actually tried to bluff him saying that it had not turned red by the time I had reached crossing but he was not be be fooled.....i had to come out of my car....He asked for my license....I had heard that these constables take up your license and then demand whatever they wish..I had the age old notion about the policeman and I was very sure that he would soon be asking for bribe....
But here the experience turns different....he took the license from me...simply noted down the details ..asked for my insurance ..at which i again had the feeling that he is trying to find some problem with the papers so that he can fleece me...but he merely asked me the number..handed me a 100 Rs fine...and then actually made me realize my mistake...what he said was that one should not have this habbit of trying to avoid fine by lying...because you are young and the habbits formed at this age are difficult to change....more than his words the way that he told them had a sense of genuineness to it...
I had a different experience that day and that made me think that just like any other profession, good and bad people are everywhere. It is because of few good people that this world is still functioning despite all its faults.
It so happened that I was driving down the road when the light turned yellow and by the time I reached the crossing It had turned red...seeing nobody around and having the so usual attitude "kya pharak padta hai"....i jumped the red light...besides it was not a busy one....so I thought it was ok....But suddenly a cop emerged and stopped me....
I first tried to evade him...and actually tried to bluff him saying that it had not turned red by the time I had reached crossing but he was not be be fooled.....i had to come out of my car....He asked for my license....I had heard that these constables take up your license and then demand whatever they wish..I had the age old notion about the policeman and I was very sure that he would soon be asking for bribe....
But here the experience turns different....he took the license from me...simply noted down the details ..asked for my insurance ..at which i again had the feeling that he is trying to find some problem with the papers so that he can fleece me...but he merely asked me the number..handed me a 100 Rs fine...and then actually made me realize my mistake...what he said was that one should not have this habbit of trying to avoid fine by lying...because you are young and the habbits formed at this age are difficult to change....more than his words the way that he told them had a sense of genuineness to it...
I had a different experience that day and that made me think that just like any other profession, good and bad people are everywhere. It is because of few good people that this world is still functioning despite all its faults.
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