Sunday, October 30, 2011

Yes I am in Love



life is so strange and mysterious at the same time. when you are happy it silently planned about something and hit you very hard and take away all your happiness.
i am not used to a very emotional person till now but as you know sometimes a presence or absence of someone makes all the difference and change you completely.
i rarely miss anyone besides my family and never go through from any relationships so i don't know how it feel when you care for someone more than yourself.
just now i realize what is this pain and emptiness things in life, and the worst thing you can't tell them about you feeling because what if you hurt them again.
we often lose the person and things we love the most reason just a small unintentional blunders.
today i realize when my mom say   never celebrate early and never feel defeated early.
and i know i am not a looser i will wait silently for you no matter how long it takes.
if there is no madness in love there is no love at all, and i am sure i am in love madly and i don't want anyone in my life except you.
it doesn't mean i will stalk you or irritate you i just wait , now its me V/S destiny and if you are not in my destiny i will fight for what i love and i am sure the power of love can conquer all so destiny is not a big thing.
i screwed up everything so now it's my responsibility to make everything right again.
you once said i am the answer to all your questions and what if we are not talking to each other or what if you are angry with me i promise you i am still answer to all you questions and problem.
i am there with you always unconditionally.
i trust you as i trust god and i am sure one day we will be together again.
now its my time to analyse my mistakes and strengthen my love so when we will be back together nothing can break this beautiful relation. i was feeling very empty and sad from past 20 days, don't know how much sleepless nights were there and today when you gave me another blow i felt like something hurting me deep down in my heart but now i am not feeling all these things. suddenly i am feeling all charged up even now i am studying for my Monday exam too. this is the power f you ,this is the power of love.
i can live in either way with all the pain of past in my heart or with all the happiness of our togetherness in future.
i tried the first option but its awful so i am going with the second one and i am hoping against the hope.
you know miracles happen when you believe in them so now i am not only hoping i am sure sooner or later the miracle will happen in our life too.

there is a good thing about all this i realize now there is someone in world beside my family for whom i can do anything, it may be sound crazy but its me.
the only thing i am regretting is i hurt the one whom i love the most.
you think i never told you about my love in past now suddenly what happen to me.
so let me tell you i never want to tell you about my love because i don't want to hurt you and you deserve someone batter than me in your life but as the things changed now i am feeling i should tell you what i feel about you.
we never met but whenever i think about you or just read your old text again and again they make me smile and cheer me up. i want you to scold me get angry with me but i want you to speak , this silence is the biggest punishment.
without you who will take care of the "Chai ki Dukan" or who will be my partner in book publishing or who will edit my nonsense writings and turn them in beautiful poems.
who will enjoy silly songs with me and who will discuss movies and books with me and who will laugh at me on my spelling mistakes.  you know sometimes love is being stupid together.who will encourage me to write, who will share poetic conversions with me.
 life is so beautiful when you are around and without you its so empty. i am missing the By Default The best person

HAAL CHAL THIK THAK NAHI...
KUCH BHI THIK THAK NAHI...
NO YOU NO LIFE
KNOW YOU KNOW LIFE

"A very small degree of hope is sufficient to cause the birth of love"

"Love is a force more formidable than any other. It is invisible - it cannot be seen or measured, yet it is powerful enough to transform you in a moment, and offer you more joy than any material possession could."

Y.Pareek
29/10/2011

Monday, October 24, 2011

The Other Side-dark side of society (ii)



Like any other human I use to read news paper in morning, I am talking about newspaper not about the gossip tabloid type things and most of the time I feel disappointed when I read the news. They are mostly about corruption politics or cricket but these type of news just disappoint me I never get angry after reading them. But sometime there is some news which not only makes you angry but also makes you think are we living in a democratic and if not very developed but a developing country with a rich heritage and high on moral  values compare to west ?
On one hand we promote India as a shining country and feel proud on economy, armed forces, politicians continuously speaks about safety and security but as we know all their claims of safety are fake otherwise we never suffer a continuous strings of terror attacks naxel attacks.
I don’t blame anyone for these attacks India is a big country so such attacks are sort of NORMAL things and we are now use to about such events.
Sometimes something so strange so devilish so cruel so brutal happens in our country that you just cannot control your anger such thing happen with me today and it make me think is the old saying is true which state the real India lives in villages?



Its just a small news in mid page of a Hindi news, in muraina district a women burn alive on Chita  not only this before burning her she was hanged twice in front of whole village but as she did not died with hanging they took her down beat her with rods and set her on fire still the poor woman didn’t die than the villagers put her on Chita and burn her and whole village witness this act and nobody came for her rescue not even speak a word. The reason behind this that woman fell in love with a Dalit so the Panchayat sentenced her death and invite the whole village to see this act.
I doubt the people of that village are human? And where is our so called young turk the future of india who love to use villages as food joints or where was the human rights commission. The human rights are there for terrorist and other criminals but in this case they are nowhere to see. We are going to celebrate the festival of light in just two days and is this, the way to celebrate festival of light?
Beside the incident itself the other thing disturb me was how can this be possible not a single person have courage to save her or rise a voice of protest. As the newspaper say before this act they announce the decision in panchayat and decide the date of punishment but no one went and complain to the police. If anyone complain about it in time may be the woman saved or at least the main culprit behind such act caught but nothing like that happened.
I don’t know what honour they feel in honour killing?
And another bad thing we never discuses such incidents we just follow the cool and big things but never take an initiative against such things we paint Facebook and other social networking sites with our post about Anna movement not because we now about what the Janlokpal is but everybody else doing it and we too want to prove we are responsible citizen of India. But we normally ignore the incidents of child abuse, rape and honour killings and believe me its not corruption which make us a developing country its such acts of inhumanity which take us back to the era where there is no law and order and our reaction towards such incidents make us a literate who can read,who can write but who cannot react.

A dog barks when his master is attacked. I would be a coward if I saw that God's truth is attacked and yet would remain silent.
John Calvin 
Just think about it

Y.Pareek
24-10-2011 10:16:27

Friday, October 21, 2011

The Other Side- the dark side of society




Life, more mysterious then any other mystery. Too short still too much to experience,

Always unexpected. You never guess what is coming next in your life. It’s always full with surprises, sometimes good and sometimes shocking.

Except life the most mysterious thing in life is human. You spent whole life to understand someone but at the end of time when you think you understand they show their other side.
Everyone in the world trusts in their family blindly and can do anything for them.
But when you trust them and they betray you trust that was the most shocking thing because you can’t tell anyone not even you can tell what you are experiencing and what is happening with you. At that moment you are with everyone but still all alone. You feel too much broken, you have nobody to tell your feelings, and nobody is there who hold your hand and tell you everything is going to be all right. But we all know it’s very rare to find someone who listens, who cares and who is with us in every condition, unconditionally.

Sometime life play very cruel games with us and we cannot do anything because we did nothing wrong. But it’s very difficult to tell others. Sometime we have fear of losing, sometime we can’t tell them.
When life play games we can’t do anything because it’s may be our destiny but when someone who is very close to us and we consider them as the most caring and loving hurt us. That was the most painful thing in anyone’s life. And the worst condition is that we think we are responsible for that.

People say time heals every wound but when someone hurt your soul, your self respect then…….
Can these wound heal by time, can you bring back some ones life in normal flow if their soul is killed brutally by someone who is like god for them.

I think this is the cruelest crime done by anyone. Even animals never hurt their child can we think any human can did this to their own piece of heart? It’s difficult to believe but we have examples all around us. Everyday we hear, listen or watch news about killing an unborn child, parents sell their children, family member abusing young and innocent children sexually and mentally. We always proud humans are most developed and intelligent species of earth, but I think we are crueler then anything, our minds are nothing but a dirty laboratory of dirty thoughts and deeds. We always pretend to be nice but inside some of us has a devil that destroys meaning of humanity.
I never compare anyone who did this kind of stuff with animal because animals are never be too selfish for their families, its only human who can play with lives for the cost of nothing.

We are not going upward our moral standards are going to downward with the speed of life. Even early man worships mother earth and scared famine character. They knew mother earth who give birth the whole humanity and the women have the power to bring life in this world not the man. But as we know now this is a world dominated by man and women only its dependent not it’s better half as past. We have all rules and regulations and boundaries of do’s and don’ts only for females. They are treated as animals in several places openly and in whole world secretly. Most of us think women as a helpless and dependent and someone who can’t survive without the help of MAN. But I think all man have fear of the power of female.

But it doesn’t mean that only men are responsible for this poor condition of women.
Women also have equal part in this crime. We can count on our fingers the number of females who raise their voices for the thing which happens with them. Some time they think about others, sometime about family society and stay silent. Some how supporting the crime. They think that’s the destiny of women and remain silent. Some of the female pretend to be strong but inside they were not different.
We have to support women but some times they refuse to be supported and live their whole life with a smiling face and a paining heart. Nobody will come to wake you up you have to write your destiny. When anything wrong happen with you do nothing but react and raise your voice. No body is above your self respect and soul. If you or anyone else hurting your soul and self respect and you still thinking about the reaction of society and effect of your step on you family then you are directly insult the god because you are the most precious and powerful creation of god. Don’t think about the results if you are right then god is with you forget about others. If anyone cares for you they are always support you. Don’t fears you also have the right of living your life and if anyone want to spoil it you have the right to do anything but never give up in life. Remember committing crime is bad but bearing the crime silently at cost of your life is the bigger crime. This life is precious and we have right on it more then anyone. I recall some old lines from The Mahabharata
It says “leave a family member for family’s happiness and benefits, leave a home for happiness and benefit of village, leave a village for a city and leave a city for countries’ good, leave a country for happiness of the world and leave anything when it comes to your self-respect and soul leave the whole world for your right because insulting your soul and self respect is direct insult of GOD.

This kind of articles most time written by the females. I’m a man and writing all this is looks strange. But I have questions for all when we worship goddess why we kill our unborn daughters, sexually abuse the young girls of family? Are they only pieces of useless meat or we want to prove our superiority over the one who are helpless or have respect for you? Can we imagine a life without women?
And the last and most important question “Can you survive in A world without women?”

                                                                                                                          Y.Pareek
                                                                                                                          9/01/2008



I would certainly choose my jobs depending on the actions of the character. I won't do anything that has to do with child abuse or women's abuse"
No one can make you feel inferior without your consent."



-:this one is my first article when i took writing seriously in 2008

Thursday, October 20, 2011

рдбाрдпрд░ी рдХे рдкрди्рдиो рд╕े... рдЬिंрджрдЧी рд╕े рдПрдХ рдоुрд▓ाрдХाрдд



рдЬिंрджрдЧी рд╕े рдПрдХ рдоुрд▓ाрдХाрдд 

рдЖрдЬ рдЬрдм рдЖрдХाрд╢ рд╕े рдЕрдоृрдд рдмрд░рд╕ рд░рд╣ा рдеा рдФрд░ рдоैं рдЕрдкрдиी рдзुрди рдоें рдорд╕्рдд рдЪрд▓рддा рд╣ुрдЖ рдЙрд╕ рдЕрдоृрдд рдХो рдЪрдЦ рд░рд╣ा рдеा 
рддो рджेрдЦा рдХे рдЗрд╕ рд░ूрдоाрдиी рдоौрд╕рдо рдоें рднी рдХोрдИ рдЖंрд╕ू рдмрд╣ा рд░рд╣ी рдеी
рдкाрд╕ рдЬाрдХрд░ рдкुрдЫा рдХि рдХौрди рд╣ो рддुрдо рдФрд░ рдХ्рдпों рдЖंрд╕ू рдмрд╣ा рд░рд╣ी рд╣ो ?
рддो рдЬ़рд╡ाрдм рдоिрд▓ा рдоैं рдЬिंрджрдЧी . рдоैं рд╣ंрд╕ рдкрдб़ा рдФрд░ рдмोрд▓ा рдЖрдЬ рддрдХ рдХिрддाрдмों рдХрд╣ाрдиिрдпों рдоें рд╕िрд░्рдл рдоौрдд рд╕े рдоिрд▓рдиे рд╡ाрд▓ों рдХे рдмाрд░े рдоें рдкреЭा рдеा ,рдкрд░ рдоैं рд╢ाрдпрдж рдкрд╣рд▓ा рдЗрди्рд╕ाрди рд╣ु рдЬो рдЬिंрджрдЧी рд╕े рдоिрд▓ рд░рд╣ा рд╣ूँ.
рдЗрд╕ рдмाрдд рдкрд░ рдЬिंрджрдЧी рднी рдоुрд╕्рдХुрд░ा рджी . рдоैंрдиे рдХрд╣ा рдпे рддो рддुрдордиे рдоेрд░े рдкрд╣рд▓े рд╕рд╡ाрд▓ рдХा рдЬ़рд╡ाрдм рджिрдпा рдХे рддुрдо рдХौрди рд╣ो рдЕрдм рдпे рднी рдмрддा рджो рдХे рдЬिंрджрдЧी рд╣ोрдХे рднी рддुрдо рдЕрд╢्рдХ рдХ्рдпों рдмрд╣ा рд░рд╣ी рд╣ो ?
рдЗрд╕ рдкрд░ рдЬिंрджрдЧी рдЬ़рд░ा рд╕ंрдЬीрджा рд╣ोрддे рд╣ुрдП рдмोрд▓ी рдоैं рдЕрдкрдиे рднीрддрд░ рдкूрд░ी рджुрдиिрдпा рд╕рдоाрдпे рд╣ु рд╣ंрд╕ी рдЦ़ुрд╢ी рд╕ुрдЦ рджुःрдЦ рджрд░्рдж рдЖрд░ाрдо рдЕрдкрдоाрди рд╕рдо्рдоाрди рд╕рдм рдХुрдЫ рдлिрд░ рднी рд▓ोрдЧ рдоुрдЭे рдХोрд╕ рдХрд░ рд░ोрддे рд░рд╣рддे рд╣ै
 рдЬрдм рдЙрди्рд╣ें рдХुрдЫ рди рдоिрд▓े рддो рд░ोрддे рд╣ै рдФрд░ рдЬрдм рдХुрдЫ рдоिрд▓ рдЬाрдП рддो рдЬ्рдпाрджा рдХि рдЪाрд╣ рдоें рд░ोрддे рд╣ै рдФрд░ рдмрд╕ рдЬिंрджрдЧी рдХो рдХोрд╕рддे рд░рд╣рддे рд╣ै 
рдЬीрдиा рд╣ी рднूрд▓ рдЪुрдХे рд╣ै рд╣ँрд╕рддे рд╣ै рддो рд▓рдЧрддा рд╣ै рдХि рдЦुрдж рдкрд░ рдЕрд╣рд╕ाрди рдХрд░ рд░рд╣े рд╣ै ,рдЦुрдж рд╕े рдЭूрда рдмोрд▓рддे рд╣ै , рдЦुрдж рд╕े рджूрд░ рднाрдЧрддे рд╣ै рдмिрдиा рдХाрд░рди рдоुрд╕ीрдмрддें рдкाрд▓рддे рд╣ै рд╡्рдпрд░्рде рдкрд░ेрд╢ाрди рд╣ोрддे рд╣ै.
рдЦुрдж рдХो рдкрд╣ाреЬों рдХो рддोреЬрдиे рдХा рд╣ौрд╕рд▓ां рд░рдЦрдиे рд╡ाрд▓ा рдмрддाрддे рд╣ै рдкрд░ рдЭूрдаे рд░िрд╢्рддों рдЭूрдаे рджिрдЦाрд╡े рдХे рдмрди्рдзрдиों рдФрд░ рдЕрдкрдиी рдЦुрд╢िрдпों рдХे рдмीрдЪ рдЖрдиे рд╡ाрд▓ी рдмेреЬिрдпों рдХो рддोреЬрдХрд░ рдЗрд╕ рдЦुрд▓े рдЖрд╕рдоाрди рдоें рдЙреЬрдиे рдХि рд╣िрдо्рдордд рдЙрди рдоें рдирд╣ीं рдмрдЪी .
рдорди рджुःрдЦ рдФрд░ рдкрд░ेрд╢ाрдиी рдЬिंрджрдЧी рдХा рдПрдХ рд╣िрд╕्рд╕ा рд╣ै рдкрд░ рдХрдордмрдЦ्рдд рд▓ोрдЧ рдЙрд╕ рджुःрдЦ рдФрд░ рдкрд░ेрд╢ाрдиी рдХो рд╣ी рдЬिंрджрдЧी рдмрдиा рд▓ेрддे рд╣ै . рд░ाрдд рдХो рдЕँрдзेрд░ा рдоाрди рдХрд░ рдбрд░рдиे рд╕े рдЕрдЪ्рдЫा рдЙрд╕े рдЖрдиे рд╡ाрд▓ी рд╕ुрдмрд╣ рдХि рджрд╕्рддрдХ рд╕рдордЭ рдХे рдЦुрд╢ рднी рддो рд╣ो рд╕рдХрддे рд╣ै .
рд░ाрдд рдХिрддрдиी рднी рдХрд▓ि рдХ्рдпों рди рд╣ो рдЙрд╕рдоे рднी рдЪाँрдж рдФрд░ рддाрд░े рд╣ोрддे рд╣ै рдЗрд╕ी рддрд░рд╣ рджुःрдЦ рдХिрддрдиा рднी рдмрдб़ा рдХ्рдпों рди рд╣ो рдЫोрдЯी рдЫोрдЯी рдЦुрд╢िрдпाँ рдЬिрди्рд╣ें рд╣рдо рдиреЫрд░ рдЕंрджाреЫ рдХрд░рддे рд╣ै рд╡ो рдЙрд╕ рджुःрдЦ рдХो рдХрдо рдХрд░рдиे рдХे рд▓िрдП рдХाрдлी рд╣ै рдкрд░ рдпे рдмाрдд рдЖрдЬ рдХे рд╕рдордЭрджाрд░ी рдХे рдкुрддрд▓ों рдХो рдХрд╣ाँ рд╕рдордЭ рдЖрддी рд╣ै рдмрд╕ рдпрд╣ी рд╕ोрдЪ рдХрд░ рдоैं рд░ो рд░рд╣ी рд╣ूँ

рдХुрдЫ рдкрд▓ों рддрдХ рд╕ोрдЪрдиे рдХे рдмाрдж рдоैंрдиे рдХрд╣ा рдЬिंрджрдЧी рдЬрдм рддुрдо рд╣ी рдмेрд░ंрдЧ рд╣ोрдХрд░ рдЕрдкрдиी рдиिрдпрддि рдкрд░ рдЖंрд╕ू рдмрд╣рддी рд░рд╣ोрдЧी рддो рддुрдо्рд╣े рдЬीрдиे рд╡ाрд▓े рдЗंрд╕ाрди рдХैрд╕े рдЦुрд╢ рд░рд╣ेंрдЧे рдЬिंрджрдЧी рд╣ँрд╕ेрдЧी рддो рдпे рдЗрди्рд╕ाрди рднी рд╣ंрд╕ेрдЧा рдмрд╕ рддुрдо рднी рдоेрд░ी рддрд░рд╣ рдЕрдкрдиे рджुःрдЦ рдкрд░ेрд╢ाрдиी рдХा рдордЬाрдХ рдмрдиा рдЙрди рдкрд░ рд╣ँрд╕рдиा рд╢ुрд░ू рдХрд░рджो рддो рджेрдЦो рдлिрд░ рдХौрди рддुрдо्рд╣े рдХोрд╕рддा рд╣ै 
рдмрд╕ рдЬ़рд░ा рд╕ा рдоुрд╕्рдХुрд░ाрдХрд░ рджेрдЦो рдФрд░ рдоुрд╕्рдХुрд░ाрдиा рд░ोрдиे рд╕े рдХрд╣ीं рдЬ्рдпाрджा рдЖрд╕ाрди рд╣ै рдХ्рдпोंрдХि рд╣ंрд╕рдиे рдоें рдХिрд╕ी рдХो рдЦ़ुрд╢ी рджेрдиे рдоें рдЬ्рдпाрджा рд╕ोрдЪрдиा рдирд╣ीं рдкрдб़рддा рддрднी рддो рдоाрд╕ूрдо рдмрдЪ्рдЪे рд╣рдоेрд╢ा рдоुрд╕्рдХुрд░ाрддे рд░рд╣рддे рд╣ै рдмрд╕ рдЙрд╕ी рдоाрд╕ूрдо рдмрдЪ्рдЪे рдХो рджिрд▓ рдХे рдХिрд╕ी рдХोрдиे рдоें рддрдоाрдо рдЙрдо्рд░ рд░рдЦो рдФрд░ рджेрдЦ рдХे рдХैрд╕े рд╣рд░ рдПрдХ рдЧрдо рдЙрд╕рдХे рд╕ाрдордиे рдЫोрдЯा рд╣ो рдЬाрддा рд╣ै 

рдоेрд░ी рдмाрдд рд╕ुрдирдХрд░ рдЬिंрджрдЧी рдХुрдЫ рдирд╣ीं рдмोрд▓ी рдФрд░ рдмाрджрд▓ों рдоें рдХрд╣ी рдЦो рдЧрдпी рдоुрдЭे рд▓рдЧा рдХे рдоैं рд╢ाрдпрдж рд╣рдоेрд╢ा рдХि рддрд░рд╣ рджिрди рдоें рд╕рдкрдиा рджेрдЦ рд░рд╣ा рдеा рдкрд░ рдЬрдм рд░िрдордЭिрдо рдмौрдЫाрд░ рдХि рддрд░рдл рдоैं рдЖрдХाрд╢ рдоें рджेрдЦा рддो рдПрдХ рдЗрди्рдж्рд░рдзрдиुрд╖ рдеा рдЬैрд╕े рдХोрдИ рдоुрд╕्рдХुрд░ा рд░рд╣ा рд╣ो рдЙрд╕ рдоुрд╕्рдХुрд░ाрддे рдЗрди्рдж्рд░рдзрдиुрд╖ рдХो рджेрдЦ рдоेрд░े рдЪेрд╣рд░े рдкे рднी рдоुрд╕्рдХाрди рддैрд░ рдЧрдпी рдФрд░ рдоुрдЭे рдпрдХीрди рд╣ो рдЧрдпा рдХे рдпे рд╕рдкрдиा рдирд╣ीं рдеा 

рдоैं рдлिрд░ рдПрдХ рдмाрд░ рдЕрдкрдиी рдзुрди рдоें рдЧुрдирдЧुрдиाрддा рд╣ुрдЖ рдоुрд╕्рдХुрд░ाрддा рд╣ुрдЖ рдЪрд▓ рдкрдб़ा рдФрд░ рдЕрдм рдоेрд░े рд╕ाрде рдЬिंрджрдЧी рднी рдоुрд╕्рдХुрд░ा рд░рд╣ी рдеी  


21 -5 -2008  

Tuesday, October 18, 2011

рдХ्рдпा рдмुрдж्рдзिрдЬीрд╡ी рд╣ोрдиा рдпा рдиा рд╣ोрдиा рдкрд░िрд╡ाрд░ рдкрд░ рдиिрд░्рднрд░ рдХрд░рддा рд╣ै ?




рдХ्рдпा рдПрдХ рдЗंрд╕ाрди рдЬो рдЕрднाрд╡ рдоें рдЬрди्рдоा  рд╣ो рд╡ो рдмुрдж्рдзिрдЬीрд╡ी рдирд╣ीं рд╣ो рд╕рдХрддा ?

рдЗрд╕ рдк्рд░рд╢्рди рдХा рдЙрдд्рддрд░ рдЬाрдирдиे рд╕े рдкрд╣рд▓े рдпे рдЬाрдирдиा рдЬ़рд░ूрд░ी рд╣ै рдХे рдмुрдж्рдзिрдЬीрд╡ी рдФрд░ рдЫрджрдо рдмुрдж्рдзिрдЬीрд╡ी рдоें рдХ्рдпा рдЕंрддрд░ рд╣ै .
рдЖрдЬ рдХा рдпुрдЧ рдЫрджрдо рдмुрдж्рдзिрдЬीрд╡िрдпों рдХा рд╣ै рд╕िрд░्рдл рдмाрддों рд╕े рд░िрдЭाрдиा рдмिрдиा рд╡िрд╖рдп рдХी рдЬाрдирдХाрд░ी рдХे рднी рдЕрдирд░्рдЧрд▓ рдмोрд▓рдиा рдФрд░ рд╕ाрдордиे рд╡ाрд▓े рдХो рдмрддाрдиा рдХे рджेрдЦो рддुрдо рд╕рдм рдХुрдЫ рдЬाрди рдХрд░ рднी рдХुрдЫ рдирд╣ीं рдЬाрдирддे рдФрд░ рд╣рдо рдмिрдиा рдХुрдЫ рдЬाрдиे рднी рдк्рд░рд╕िрдж्рдж рд╣ै .
рдЗрд╕ рдк्рд░рдХाрд░ рдХे рдмुрдж्рдзिрдЬीрд╡ी рдЗрд╕ рдЗрди्рдЯрд░рдиेрдЯ рдпुрдЧ рдХी рджें рд╣ै рдЬрд╣ाँ рдЖрдк рдХुрдЫ рднी рдЬाрдирдиा рдЪाрд╣ो рд╡ो рдЖрдк рдХो рдЪुрдЯрдХी рдмрдЬाрддे рд╣ी рдоिрд▓ рдЬाрддा рд╣ै .
рдЖрдЬ рдЖрдкрдХो рд╣рд░ рдХोрдИ рдЬ्рдЮाрди рдХी рдЧंрдЧा рдмрд╣ाрддा рджिрдЦ рдЬाрдПрдЧा. рдЬ्рдЮाрди рджेрдиे рдоें рдпा рдмुрдж्рдзिрдЬीрд╡ी рд╣ोрдиे рдоें рдХोрдИ рдмुрд░ाрдИ рдирд╣ीं рд╣ै рдоैं рдЬाрдирддा рд╣ु рдХрд╣рдиा рдЧрд▓рдд рдирд╣ीं рд╣ै рдкрд░ рдоैं рд╣ी рдЬाрдирддा рд╣ु рдХрд╣рдиा рдЧрд▓рдд рд╣ै.
рдФрд░ рдпे рдмाрдд рдХрднी рдХрднी рдоुрдЭ рдкрд░ рднी рд▓ाрдЧु рд╣ोрддी рд╣ै рдкрд░ рдоुрдЭे рдЕрдкрдиी рдЧрд▓рддी рдоाрдирдиे рдоें рдХोрдИ рдмुрд░ाрдИ рдирд╣ीं рджिрдЦрддी 
рддो рдкрд╣рд▓े рдмाрдд рдХрд░рддे рд╣ै рдХे рдмुрдж्рдзिрдЬीрд╡ी рдХौрди рд╣ै рдпा рд╕ाрдзाрд░рдг рд╢рдм्рджों рдоें рд╕рдордЭрджाрд░ рдХौрди рд╣ै ?
рдЕрдм рд╕рдордЭрджाрд░ी рдпा рдЬ्рдЮाрди рдХे рд▓िрдП рдХोрдИ рдкैрдоाрдиा рдирд╣ीं рд╣ै рдпे рд╕рдм рдЖрд╕ рдкाрд╕ рдХे рд╡ाрддाрд╡рд░рдг рдкрд░ рдиिрд░्рднрд░ рдХрд░рддा рд╣ै 
рдЬैрд╕े рдХी рдПрдХ рдорд▓्рд▓ाрд╣ рд╕े рдкूрдЫो рдХे рдЙрд╕े рдЧрдгिрдд рдХे рдорд╣ाрди рд╡िрдж्рд╡ाрди рдЖрд░्рдпрднрдЯ рдпा рд▓ाрдк्рд▓ाрд╕ рдХे рдмाрд░े рдоें рдкрддा рд╣ै ?
рдпा рдЙрд╕े рдЧрддि рдХे рдиिрдпрдоो рдХे рдмाрд░े рдоें рдХुрдЫ рдкрддा рд╣ै ? рд╡ो рдиा рдоें рд╕рд░ рд╣िрд▓ा рджेрдЧा рдФрд░ рдЙрд╕ी рдХ्рд╖рдг рд╣рдо рдЙрд╕े рдоूрд░्рдЦ рдпा рдЕрдЬ्рдЮाрдиी рд╕рдордЭ рд▓ेंрдЧे. рдЕрдм рдЬ़рд░ा рд╕ोрдЪो рдмीрдЪ рдирджी рдоें рд╡ो рд╣ी рдорд▓्рд▓ाрд╣ рд╣рдоें рдкूрдЫे рдХे рдХ्рдпा рд╣рдоें рддेрдЬ़ рд▓рд╣рд░ों рдоें рд╕े рдиाрд╡ рдкाрд░ рд▓рдЧाрдиा рдпा рддैрд░рдиा рдЖрддा рд╣ै ? рдФрд░ рдпрджि рд╣рдо рдиा рдоें рдЬ़рд╡ाрдм рджेंрдЧे рддो рдЙрд╕ी рдкрд▓ рд╣рдо рдЙрд╕рдХे рд▓िрдП рдоूрд░्рдЦ рдпा рдиाрдХाрд░ा рд╕ाрдмिрдд рд╣ो рдЧрдП .
рддो рдЕрдм рдЗрд╕ рдкрд░िрд╕्рдеिрддि рдоें рдпे рдХैрд╕े рдирддीрдЬा рдиिрдХрд▓े рдХे рдХौрди рд╕рдордЭрджाрд░ рд╣ै рдФрд░ рдХौрди рдоूрд░्рдЦ ?
рдоेрд░े рд╡िрдЪाрд░ рд╕े рдЗрд╕ рд╕ंрд╕ाрд░ рдоें рдиा рдХोрдИ рд╕рдмрд╕े рд╕рдордЭрджाрд░ рд╣ै рдиा рдХोрдИ рд╕рдмрд╕े рдоूрд░्рдЦ 
рд╣ो рд╕рдХрддा рд╣ै рд╣рдоाрд░ी рд░ुрдЪि рдХे рдХ्рд╖ेрдд्рд░ рдоें рд╣рдоें рдмрд╣ुрдд рдЬ्рдЮाрди рд╣ो рдФрд░ рдЬिрд╕ рдХ्рд╖ेрдд्рд░ рдоें рд░ुрдЪि рдирд╣ीं рдЙрд╕рдоे рд╣рдо рдиिрд░े рдоूрд░्рдЦ рд╣ो 
рд╣рд░ рдЗंрд╕ाрди рдХी рдПрдХ рдкрд░िрдзि рд╣ै рдЬिрд╕рдХे рдЕрди्рджрд░ рд╡ो рдЬ्рдЮाрдиी рд╣ै рдФрд░ рдЬिрд╕рдХे рдмाрд╣рд░ рд╡ो рдоूрд░्рдЦ рд╣ै рдЬो рдЗрди्рд╕ाрди рдЗрд╕ рдмाрдд рдХो рдоाрдирддा рд╣ै рд╡ो рд╣ी рдмुрдж्рдзिрдЬीрд╡ी рд╣ै рдФрд░ рдЬो рдЗंрд╕ाрди рдЗрд╕ рдмाрдд рдХो рдЬाрдирдХाрд░ рднी рдЕрдирдЬाрди рдмрди рдЦुрдж рдХो рдмुрдж्рдзिрдЬीрд╡ी рдХрд╣рддा рд╣ै рд╡ो рдЫрджрдо рдмुрдж्рдзिрдЬीрд╡ी рд╣ै .
рдПрдХ рдЗंрд╕ाрди рднाрд╖ा рдЬ्рдЮाрди рдоें рдЙрдд्рдд्рдХृрд╖्рдЯ рд╣ै рддो рджूрд╕рд░ा рд░ाрдЬрдиीрддि рдпा рд╕рдордпрдХी рдоें 
рдПрдХ рдЧрдгिрдд рдоें рддेрдЬ़ рд╣ै рддो рджूрд╕рд░ा рд╕ाрд╣िрдд्рдп рдоें рдЬिрд╕ рдк्рд░рдХाрд░ рдЙрдирдХी  рд░ूрдЪि рдХे рд╡िрд╖рдп рдЕрд▓рдЧ рдЕрд▓рдЧ рд╣ोрддे рд╣ै рдЙрд╕ी рдк्рд░рдХाрд░ рдЙрдирдХी рд╕рдордЭрджाрд░ी рдФрд░ рдмुрдж्рдзिрдЬीрд╡िрддा рдХे рдоाрдкрджंрдб .

рдЕрдм рдЖрддे рд╣ै рдЙрд╕ рдмाрдд рдкрд░ рдЬिрд╕ рдХी рднूрдоिрдХा рдмांрдзрдиे рдоें рд╣ी рдЗрддрдиे рд╢рдм्рдж рд▓рдЧ рдЧрдП  
рддो рдЗрд╕ рдмाрд░े рдоें рд▓िрдЦрдиे рдХा рд╡िрдЪाрд░ рдоुрдЭे рдХрд▓ рдЖрдпा рдЬрдм рдоैं рдХिрд╕ी рдХा рд▓िрдЦा рдХुрдЫ рдкреЭ рд░рд╣ा рдеा 
рдЬो рднी рд▓िрдЦा рдеा рд╡ो рдЙрдирдХा рдЕрдкрдиा рджृрд╖्рдЯिрдХोрдг рдеा рдмрд╕ рдоैं рдЙрд╕ рд╡िрдЪाрд░ рд╕े рдЕрд╕рд╣рдордд рдеा рддो рдоैंрдиे рдЕрдкрдиा рдордд рд▓िрдЦрдиे рдХा рд╕ोрдЪा ,
рдЙрди्рд╣ोंрдиे рд▓िрдЦा рдеा рдХे рдоेрд░ी рд╡िрдЪाрд░िрдХ рдЙрдкрд▓рдм्рдзि рдоेрд░ी рд╕рдордЭрджाрд░ी рдХा рдХाрд░рдг рдкрд░िрд╡ाрд░ рд╣ै  рдЗрд╕ рдмाрдд рд╕े рддो рдоैं рднी рд╕рд╣рдордд рд╣ु рдкрд░ рдЖрдЧे рдЬो рдмाрдд рдоुрдЭे рдЦрдЯрдХी рд╡ो рдеी рдХी рдЗрди्рд╕ाрди рд╕рдордЭрджाрд░ рдпा рдмुрдж्рдзिрдЬीрд╡ी рддрднी рд╣ो рд╕рдХрддा рд╣ै рдЬрдм рд╡ो рдЙрдЪ्рдЪ  рдХुрд▓ рдпा рдЕрдд्рдпрдзिрдХ рдЬ्рдЮाрдирд╡ाрди рдоाрддा рдкिрддा рдХी рд╕ंрддाрди рд╣ो . рдоेрд░े рд╣िрд╕ाрдм рд╕े рдпे рдЧрд▓рдд рд╣ै рдпрджि рдЖрдЬ рдХे реЫрдоाрдиे рдХे рдЫрджрдо рдмुрдж्рдзिрдЬीрд╡िрдпों рдХो рдЫोреЬ рджे рддो рдЬो рднी рд╡िрд▓рдХ्рд╖рдг рдк्рд░рддिрднाрд╢ाрд▓ी рдмुрдж्рдзिрдЬीрд╡ी рд╣ुрдП рд╣ै рдЬिрди्рд╣ोंрдиे рдЕрдкрдиे рд╡िрдЪाрд░ों рдпा рдЕрдкрдиे рдХाрд░्рдпो рд╕े рдиा рдХेрд╡рд▓ рдЕрдкрдиा рдмрд▓्рдХि рд╕ंрд╕ाрд░ рдХा рдиाрдо рдКрдкрд░ рдХिрдпा рд╣ै 
 Steve Jobs , sir Issac Newton , Leo da vinci, Albert Einstine , Walt Disney, Charles Spencer Chaplin, pt. Shri Ram Sharma Acharya, Mahatma Gandhi, Anna Hazare , shri Hariwansh Rai Bachhan , shri Hedgewar,
APJ Abdul Kalam,Ramanujan рдпे рд╕рдм рдЖрдЬ рднी рд╕рд░्рд╡рдХाрд▓िрдХ рдорд╣ाрди рдФрд░ рд╡िрдж्рд╡ाрди рдмुрдж्рдзिрдЬीрд╡िрдпों рдХी рд╢्рд░ेрдгी рдоें рдЖрддे рд╣ै рдФрд░ рдЗрд╕ рдмाрдд рдХे рд╕ाрде рдЗрдирдоे рдПрдХ рд╕рдоाрдирддा рдФрд░ рднी рд╣ै рдпे рд╕рднी рдоाрдз्рдпрдо рдпा рдЕрднाрд╡рдЧ्рд░рд╕्рдд рдкрд░िрд╡ाрд░ों рд╕े рдеे ,
рдЗрдирдоे рд╕े рдХुрдЫ рдХो рддो рд╡िрдзिрд╡рдд рд╢िрдХ्рд╖ा рднी рдирд╣ीं рдоिрд▓ी рдеी рдкрд░ рдлिрд░ рднी рдЗрди्рд╣ोрдиे рд╕्рд╡рдпं рдХो рд╕ाрдмिрдд рдХिрдпा рдФрд░ рдпाрдж рд░рд╣े рдЗрдирдХे рдпुрдЧ рдоें рдЗрди्рдЯрд░рдиेрдЯ рднी рдирд╣ीं рдеा  
   рдЗрди рд╕рднी рдиे рдЕрднाрд╡ рд╣ोрддे рд╣ुрдП рднी рдЕрдкрдиी рд╡िрдж्рд╡рддा рд╢्рд░ेрд╖्рдЯрддा рджिрдЦाрдИ рдФрд░ рдЗрдирдХे рдоाрддा рдкिрддा рдЗрдирдХी рддुрд▓рдиा рдоें рдЕрдд्рдпंрдд рд╣ी рд╕ाрдзाрд░рдг рдеे .
рдЕрдЧрд░ рдоेрд░े рдЙрди рд╡िрдж्рд╡ाрди рдоिрдд्рд░ рдХा рдордд рдоाрдиे рддो рдЗрди्рд╣ें рднी рдЕрдд्рдпंрдд рд╕ाрдзाрд░рдг рд╣ोрдиा рдЪाрд╣िрдП рдеा рдкрд░ рдирд╣ीं рдпे рддो рдЕрд╕ाрдзाрд░рдг рдмрдиे рдХाрд░рдг рдЗрдирдоे рд▓рд▓рдХ рдеी рдЗрдирдоे рдЬूрдиूрди рдеा рдХुрдЫ рдХрд░рдиे рдХा рдФрд░ рдЬ्рдЮाрди рдФрд░ рдмुрдж्рдзि рдХो рдмрдв़рдиे рдХे рд▓िрдП рдХिрд╕ी gene рдХी реЫрд░ूрд░рдд рдирд╣ीं рд╣ोрддी рдмрд╕ рдЙрд╕рдХे рд▓िрдП рддो рд╕рдкрдиे рдФрд░ рдЙрди्рд╣ें рдкूрд░ा рдХрд░рдиे рдХा рдЬुрдиूрди рдФрд░ рд▓рдЧрди рд╣ी рдХाрдлी рд╣ै .
рдФрд░ рд╢ाрдпрдж рдпे рд╕ुрдирдиे рдоें рдмुрд░ा рд▓рдЧे рдкрд░ рд░ेрд╕  рдЬीрддрдиे рд╡ाрд▓े рдШोреЬे рдХा рднी рдмрдЪ्рдЪा рдЬ़рд░ूрд░ी рдирд╣ीं рд░ेрд╕ рдЬीрддрдиे рд╡ाрд▓ा рд╣ी рдкैрджा рд╣ो 
рддो рдЗंрд╕ाрдиों рдоें рдпे рдХैрд╕े рдоुрдордХिрди рд╣ै рд╣рдо рдмрд╕ рд╕ुрд╡िрдзाрдП рджे рд╕рдХрддे рд╣ै рдЬुрдиूрди рдпा рд▓рдЧрди рдирд╣ीं рддрднी рддो рдХिрддрдиी рдмाрд░ рджेрдЦрдиे рдХो рдоिрд▓рддा рд╣ै рдХोрдЪिंрдЧ рдоें рд╣рдЬाрд░ों рд▓ाрдЦो рдЦрд░्рдЪ рдХрд░ рдХे рднी IIM IIT ya IAS рдирд╣ीं рдиिрдХाрд▓ рд╕рдХрддे рдФрд░ рдПрдХ рдЕрдд्рдпंрдд рдЧрд░ीрдм рдЕрдирдкреЭ рдХिрд╕ाрди рдпा рд░िрдХ्рд╢ा рдЪрд▓ाрдиे рд╡ाрд▓े рдХी рд╕ंрддाрди рдкुрд░ाрдиी рдХिрддाрдмो рдХे рд╕рд╣ाрд░े рднी рд╕рдлрд▓ рд╣ो рдЬाрддा рд╣ै 
рдЗрд╢्рд╡рд░ рдХрднी рдХрднी рдХिрд╕ी рдХो рдоाрддा рдкिрддा рджेрдиे рдоें рдкрдХ्рд╖рдкाрдд рднрд▓े рд╣ी рдХрд░ рджे рдкрд░ рд╡ो рдХрднी рдХिрд╕ी рдХो рдмुрдж्рдзि рджेрдиे рдоें рдкрдХ्рд╖рдкाрдд рдирд╣ीं рдХрд░рддा 
рдЗрд╕ी рдХे рд╕ाрде рд╡िрджा
 рдЬрдп рдЬрдп 
:-рдпे рдмрд╕ рд╡िрдЪाрд░ рд╣ै рдЗрд╕рдХा рдЙрдж्рджेрд╢्рдп рдХिрд╕ी рд╡्рдпрдХ्рддि рд╡िрд╢ेрд╖ рдХो рдаेрд╕ рдкрд╣ुрдЪाрдиा рдирд╣ीं рд╣ै 

 рдЙрдд्рдХृрд╖्рдЯ рдЬीрд╡рди рдХा рд╕्рд╡рд░ुрдк рд╣ैं - рджूрд╕рд░ों рдХे рдк्рд░рддि рдирдо्рд░ рдФрд░ рдЕрдкрдиे рдк्рд░рддि рдХрдаोрд░-рд╢्рд░ी рд░ाрдо рд╢рд░्рдоा рдЖрдЪाрд░्рдп 
рдпрджि рд╢ांрддि рдкाрдиा рдЪाрд╣рддे рд╣ो , рддो рд▓ोрдХрдк्рд░िрдпрддा рд╕े рдмрдЪो। — рдЕрдм्рд░ाрд╣рдо рд▓िंрдХрди



Monday, October 17, 2011

рдЫोрдЯी рд╕ी рд▓ाрдЗрдл рдмрдб़ी рд╕ी рджुрдиिрдпा

рдЫोрдЯी рд╕ी рд▓ाрдЗрдл, рдмрдб़ी  рд╕ी рджुрдиिрдпा 
рд╣рд░ рд╢рдХ्рд▓ рд╣рд░ рд╕ूрд░рдд рд╣рд░ рдПрдХ рдЪीрдЬ़ рдХрд╣ рд░рд╣ी рдХрд╣ाрдиिрдпां .
рдЕрдЬ़рдм рд╣ै рдЦेрд▓ ,рдмрдЬрддी рд╣ै рд╕ीрдЯिрдпाँ 
рд╣рд╕ीрдиो рдХो рдмрдЪрдиे рдХो рдХрд╣рддा рдЦुрдж рд╕ांрд╡рд░िрдпां .

рд▓ैрдо्рдк рдкोрд╕्рдЯ рдоें рд▓ैрдо्рдк рдирд╣ीं 
рдШрд░ рдирд╣ीं рддो рд░िрдл्рдпूрдЬी рдХैрдо्рдк рд╕рд╣ी
рдлेрд╕ рдмुрдХ рдоें рджुрдиिрдпा рд╣ै 
рдкрд░ рдЕрд╕рд▓ рдЬिंрджрдЧी рдоें рдХोрдИ рджोрд╕्рдд рдирд╣ीं 

рдЬीрддे рдЬी рдЬो рдХрд░рддे рдеे рдХрднी рд╕ाрдордиे рддो рдХрднी рдкीрдЫे рд╕े рд╡ाрд░ 
рдЖрдЬ рд╣рдо рдорд░ें рддो рд╕рдмрд╕े рдЖрдЧे рдЦреЬे рдЖंрд╕ू рдмрд╣ा рд░рд╣े 
рд╣ाрде рдоें рд▓िрдП рдЪрди्рджрди  рдХे рд╣ाрд░

рдЬो рдлांрдХрддे рдеे рдзुрд▓ ,рдШुрдорддे рдеे рдЯूрдЯी рдЪрдк्рдкрд▓ рдоें 
рдЖрдЬ рд╣рд░ рджिрди рдмрджрд▓ рд░рд╣े рдХाрд░ рдкे рдХाрд░ 
рдЬिрдирдХी рдирд╣ीं рдХोрдИ рджрд░рдХाрд░ 
рдмैрда рдХुрд░्рд╕ी рдкрд░ рд╡ो рдЖрдЬ рдЪрд▓ा рд░рд╣े рд╕рд░рдХाрд░ 

рджौрдб़ाрдиे рджो рдоाрд╕ूрдоो рдХो рдЗрдирдХे рд╕рдкрдиो рдХे рдШोреЬे 
рдХ्рдпों рдЕрдкрди рдЗрдЪ्рдЫा рдеोрдк рдмिрдЫाрддे рд░ाрд╣ рдоें рд░ोрдб़े.

рд╕ुрди рдХрд░ рдоेрд░े рдРрд╕े рдмोрд▓ 
рдПрдХ рд╕ुрд░ рдоें рд╕рдоाрдЬ рдХे рдаेрдХेрджाрд░ों рдиे рджिрдпा рдоोрд░्рдЪा рдЦोрд▓ 
рд╕рдЪ рдХ्рдпूँ рдмोрд▓ा 
рдоूрд╣ рдХ्рдпूँ рдЦोрд▓ा ?
рдХोрдИ рдЗрд╕ рдкाрдЧрд▓ рдХा рдк्рд░рдмंрдз рдХрд░ो 
рдФрд░ рдЗрд╕рдХा рдмрдб़ा рдоुंрд╣  рдмंрдж рдХрд░ो

рднीрдб़ рдкрдиे рдФрд░ рдЖрддी рджेрдЦ рднी 
рд╣ाрдЙ рдпूँрд╣ी рдбрдЯे рд░рд╣े 
рдкрд░ рдПрдХ рдмाрд░ рдлिрд░ рдЗрд╕ рдЭूрдаी рджुрдиिрдпा рдоें 
рд╕рдЪ рдХे рд╕ाрде рдоेрд░े рдХрдкрдбे рднी рдлрдЯ рдЧрдП 

its very simple to be happy but its really difficult to be simple     

Missing the Innocent Ignorance

I love writing but i love it more when i am in bad mood and these days i am in super bad mood.
in almost 15 days i have my annual exam so as usual after watching a movie i started study.
after 2-3 hours i felt tired and start surfing some random blogs and go through a blog which is actually some diary kind of blog. a daily diary and it have some really small but full with life moments that make me realize i have my old diaries too. almost 8-9 diaries, i quit writing diaries after 2008 when my first laptop and my first uncompleted book stolen.
after that i start writing poetry, articles and developed some new style of writing but never tried to write daily diary again.
now when i read that diary type blog i take out my diaries from my closet and start reading it. it was a great fun seems like all the things running like a cinema reel in front of me. all the good and bad memories when i was in class 10 and first time try my hand in writing. i start sharing my stuff after almost 10 years in 2008. so the idea to write my diary all over again strikes me.
the innocent life of a school going boy, a story of unspoken love, a world without cell phone, laptop but full with real friends. when the day pass with playing cricket and talking about football or video game.
when we eagerly wait to go to the tuition so that we can see some girls ,otherwise as a student of a boys school girls and dinosaur both are equal for us.
the race on cycle ,playing antakshari when power cut. no demands for branded clothes or hi tech gadgets.
i still miss the innocent ignorance. now i have cellphone laptop all the latest gadgets but now everything become fake in virtual world and it's really difficult for a non materialistic and old fashioned person like me to cope with this fast moving world . where i have days without speaking a word where i have no one to share but i am not complaining i am happy in my own world. where i can talk to stars nature books in short i am in a relationship with life.

Things things things why everyone talks about things i hate everything
from Into the wild

The W Generation


The W generation

A writer who want to change everything, a politician who wants to be prime minister, small city boys and girls want to be someone like their Hollywood counterpart, young boys and girls want to be celebrities at any cost.
Use of slang and booze and dope makes you cool instantly welcome to the W generation. This W is not for Why this W is for Wannabe. Have a look around you everyone wants to be somebody or show they are somebody else. Every generation is a rebel according to their previous generation. But in case of our generation we are no more rebels anymore it hard to digest but all of us are wannabes in one or other aspect.
It’s true for one and all and if you seriously observe world as well as yourself you will know.
Let’s see some real life scenarios a girl or a boy from a small town come for study in big city and in a few days there is a drastic change in her. Not only the way she or he walk, talk or dressed they even felt shame on mentioning that they belong from some small town.
The other scene a room full with some boys who love music, a big Curt Cobain poster is hanging with a big Jimi Hendrix cut out and everybody in room wearing tee shirts with prints of Iron Maiden, Metallica or Floyd and playing music. Nothing seems bad in it but after an hour’s playing and still not able to get the feel they want a joint or one or two shots to get the spirit high. This is where the wannabe thing comes. They know they are not that much exhausted but they want to be like their idols so they want to do everything what their idols did in past. their idols use dope as a solace from life because they are fed up with this limelight they are not happy from inside and they are lonely, but these fellows are not facing such conditions they just want to use dope to be cool or rather is spell Kool with a K. They are just wanted to be like them so they do these wannabe things.
 Another one and many of us have seen this many times a group of girls and boys hanging around and suddenly a girl spit out a MA BEHAN KI GALI and everyone stare at her and she casually said “are yaar DELHI BELLY dekhne ke baad bhi aise kya dekh rahe ho it’s the in thing” strange isn’t it, but she wants to be KOOL again if she say don’t speak such language than people make fun of her and she will not be considered as kool any more.
Even i think sometime i am a wannabe writer or director but thank god i never follow the footsteps of my idols in wrong direction. But somewhere i cannot deny the fact yes I am a wannabe too.
These are some small example but no difference in this wannabe behaviour in bigger aspects like cinema, politics and all other thing.
Again it looks like I can see some eyebrows are rising. That is the problem you have to explain or justify each and everything.
So look at this example a wannabe prime minister from the so called first family from India eat at every home which is considered as a downtrodden or poor men’s house so he may become the messiah of them and eventually the PM of India. Sometimes I feel strange how come eating at someone’s house or breaking the security can change the life of people. And if he like this way why do not lead such lifestyle.
Now let’s go to the entertainment industry not on big level on just a small level. In the time of reality TV we often see young people from nice family comes to participate and in few hour we see them fighting for limelight and if you ask them why you do such things? Their answer is I want to prove myself. Is this the way to prove you? If you want to prove yourself do some good not for society but at least for you. But know that straight forward way does not give them opportunity to come in limelight, even if the limelight is for some flash of time. They prove themselves by using slang, backstabbing others.
Irony of this thing is if someone points a finger at these wannabes they said look he is the wannabe Gandhi or Bhagat Singh.
So be or not to be I don’t know but always be a wannabe.


-Yogesh Pareek
17-10-2011 01:26:05