haphazard worry vs deep thought

व्यर्थ की चिंता

या आवश्यक चिंतन

चिंता और चिंतन

इन दोनों के अंतर में ही छुपा है

व्यक्तिगत अभिव्यक्ति की अनुरूपता

चिंता तो चिता है

और चिंतन समाधान की तरफ पहला कदम

Clouds

Clouds

Geographers View- Cirrus, Stratus, Cumulus and Nimbus and then off course the hybrid types- Cirrostratus, Cumulo nimbus , nimbo stratus and so on!

Artists View- Wispy tendrils of white covering the canvas, a whitish hue over darkening grey or a darkening hue over shining white.  Dark gray angry or majestic soothing white  cotton .

A Childs view-  The ground for a Fairyland. Floating masses of land, a white castle here, a shining gray dragon there and colorful grounds when the sun is going down.

The ICT Industry view - I think nobody who reads this blog of mine would encourage me to start documenting that view here.Pls refer to my other blogs .

(The rainy season is here and  yes..the horizon is cloudy)

Time , Destiny, Debate

The yarns of time unravelled  through our journey in life.  Life - a tiny dot  moving along these lines . What the next step has in store for you is difficult to predict. Yet our own actions influence the life patterns that surround us.

I remember debating against the topic - " Man is the maker of his own destiny" in College and winning the debate. Why did I chose to speak against ? Because I believed in it completely? - Oh no! I chose to speak against the topic since  I assumed , it would be more difficult and hence I would have to stretch my imagination to put forward my points. I won not completely on the merits of my own theories...I took insipration from the book " One" by Richard Bach. (b.t.w. a must read if you haven't already read it)

I believe I also won the debate since the judges were parents who had lost a young son. ( The trophy of the debate was named after their son) I cringed while I heard some of the arguments made by other debaters "for the topic" , totally oblivious to the impact that some of their statements were having on the elderly couple sitting and listening to them.....so much for empathy!

Why am I talking about this now......I still have my debate speech preserved with me and while I was going through it today the question shot out of the papers dancing in the air with a big question mark- " Is man the maker of his own destiny?"


More on this in the next post.

Pehchaan

आकाश का नीला रंग

नीलिमा का ये आवरण

अपरिवर्तित तो नहीं है

लाल भी है , पीला भी

और काला भी है

फिर नीलाम्बर का नाम क्यूँ ?

क्या इसलिए कि जो ज्यादा दिखता है

वो ही पहचान बन जाता है

Viewpoints

दृष्टिकोण

कहना कठिन है कि कौन सही है और क्या उचित है .
सब ही अपनी अपनी जगह सहीं है और अपने निजी ब्रह्मांड में सत्य की पहचान हैं

हाँ ,  जब इन सभी ब्रह्मांडों को समूह में लिया जाता है तो न तो ये एक दुसरे को प्रभावित करने से चूकते हैं न ही
 खुद अप्रभावित रह पाते हैं .  तब सत्य का मापदंड भी बदल जाता है - विश्व व्यापी एक और सत्य उभरता है - सामाजिक सत्य .
दूसरो पर आश्रित ? नहीं ! जरूरी नहीं मगर दूसरों से जुड़े हुए फिर भी . कोई किसी पर आश्रित नहीं , पर सभी एक दूसरे से बंधे हुए , उन बन्धनों से जिन्हें हम समाज का नाम देते हैं .

स्वयं को संतुष्ट करना कि हमारे प्रयास सर्वथा उचित हैं , हमारी विचारधारा सही नक्शोकदम पर चल रही है , ये कोई मुश्किल बात नहीं है - वो तो जब दृष्टिकोण टकराते हैं और कोनों पर पूरक नहीं बनते , तभी दुष्कर होता है कोई समझौता होना

रही बात सत्य की - तो सत्य की सत्यता परखने का कोई मापदंड होना चाहिए . दो तरह के मापदंड हो सकते हैं - समय के साथ बदलने वाले या अपरिवर्तित - दृढ़ . जहाँ एक तरफ बदलाव गतिशीलता की मांग है, वहीँ ये डर भी है की कहीं जाने अनजाने में हम ( समाज) अपनी सुविधा के नुकूल इन मापदंडो को तोड़ मरोड़ न ले . फिर शुरू होगा दौर कुहांसे का - किसी खिड़की से चमकता दिया या फिर सूर्य - समझ में नहीं आएगा। यह जरूरी है कि अपने निजी दिये को सूर्य मानने की गलती न हो . यहीं अंतर निहित है  छोटे छोटे व्यक्तिगत सत्यों का और सामाजिक सत्य का- यहीं भिन्नता है >

जब कभी करोडो के बीच कोई एक व्यक्तिगत दिया सौर्य उर्जा से चमकने लगता है - तब होता है समाज में कुछ ऐसे लोगों का आगमन जिन्हें हम महात्मा या तुल्य ओहदा देते हैं - उधारण महात्मा गाँधी

Vichaar - Thoughts

"विचार"

आकाश की ऊँचाइयों से उडते  विचार 

समुद्र की  गहराईयों से उठते विचार 

तूफानी घटाओं से उमडते घुमड़ते विचार
और ठंडी बरफ से ठिठुरते विचार

फूलों की सुगंध से महकते विचार
पुरवाई की बयार से लहराते विचार
चिड़ियों के झुंड से चहचहाते विचार
और ठंडी ठंडी बूंदों से दमकते विचार

आकाश की उंचाईयों को नापते विचार
खाई की गहराईयों में गिरते विचार
हिमालय के शिखर तक पहुचते विचार
और टेढ़े मेढ़े रास्तो पे भी चलते विचार


A Poem indicating the variety of thoughts that flit across the human mind. Voluntarily or Involuntarily lot of thoughts cross our minds and all these thoughts touch upon and connect with the variety of emotions that a human being is capable of experiencing !

Have you had " Chaat" in Lucknow?
The impact of this culinary delight ----

स्वाद को लेकर बहती सुगंध 

वो -

चाट वाले के खोमचे से 

उत्पन होती 

इधर उधर उडती 

हम तक आ -

अपनी बाँहों में पकड़ 

खीँच  कर ले जाती है -

अपनी तरफ  !

Childlike Vision

When my daughter was 6 years old, she observed me writing once and asked me " Mama can you write a poem for me?"
How could I not address this  request- So here's what I wrote . When I read it out to my daughter then - she wanted to convert it into a song...so we tried to give all kinds of tunes to this writeup and laughed ourselves silly while trying to sing those tunes.

 " Childlike Vision in a Good Mood"

Life took a turn,
The basket of amazements overturned
and the moon took out it's tongue
The stars giggled and laughter
\thundered in the sky!

The seven colors nodded mysteriously
and suddenly appeared on stage!
Oh! What an applause !
Footlights! The sun is here.
and sunbeams came sliding down
to hug the blossoms and the trees


The sky's laughter tickled the streams
and they gurgled down to meet the seas
The seven seas shook hands with
the seven colors of the rainbow
and Happiness reigned everywhere

Parinde

"परिंदे" 

आकाश में परिंदे 

झुण्ड में उड़ते 

चित्रकारी करते 

कभी इधर और 

पल में उधर 

कुछ ढूँढ़ते ?

हाँ वहां नीचे 

रेत के टीलों में 

धूल के गुबार के बीच 

कहीं कुछ हरा भरा 

बढती अराजकता के बीच 

कहीं थोडा अनुशाशन

हिंसा , डकैती , हत्याओं के बीच 

कहीं थोड़ी मानवता 

ठूँठे उरो कें बीच 

कहीं थोडा प्यार  

Poetry and Interpretations

The beauty of poetry lies in the fact that every individual who reads a poem can subject the poem to their own interpretation based on the analogy they can draw from their experiences or experiences observed around them. While I would love to have readers subject my poems to their own interpretations, thereby confirming the versatility of the writing ( and the many meanings that emerge thereof) , I would also like to ensure that the original thought process behind the poems ( my version) is also known.
The first poem Illusions( from my previous post)  is based on the notion of Life , Rebirth the concept of Maya or Illusion as referred to by ancient Indian Philosophy. So Life is itlself potrayed as an Illusion and Death is akin to Rebirth , the filter of human desires keeps the Illusion real . Once desires are forsaken, the Pure White state of Salvation is achieved and so on.

The second poem is an observation of the Age lines on the face of a human being . ( Wrinkles doesn't sound too good)
Happy reading ....and I would love to hear some discussion/comments etc

Thoughts by the Engineer Poet

I was looking at some of my old notebooks and came across some poems that I had written earlier.I dont get the time to write so much today..so reading through my old poems, articles, short stories was an interesting re-journey. Question is- does the maturity of understanding as reflected in our writings increase as we age? I don't know....and in order to explain the reason for this dilemna, let me share two poems written by me at 2 very different ages.
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Here's something I wrote when I was 19

Illusions

They say life continues,

and yet another life ensues.

The end and the beginning then?

Many unanswered question again!

Mutiple colors on the picture of existence,

Bright , dull, gray and  green,

The color of the specs,  that's the essence !

of the Imagination-the vision of that which the color supports

Cause all that appears to be ,

is not what it is

And all that your specs construe

is that which you want to see

So that -  which life offers is not what is destiny 

Happiness and  Sorrow?

you'd better find out !

before you cry your heart out.

But then you can't make sure either

Cause all state is one state!

like the pure white-

the spectrum of all colors.

The filter in your specs is what gives the Illusion of  a difference

The need is to get rid of the specs and the questions would be answered

- Hopefully

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Here's a poem I wrote in my late twenties

Lines

Lines-

Some straight

others crooked

Yet strewn

all over

the face of life

Some deep,

others just a whisper

rising, moulding

and all granting

character to the

features of existence

Somewhere sparse

and elsewhere densely placed

Wonder ? Yes and

wonder I do!

What story of it's birth

does each line carry.

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