Friday, January 29, 2010

Ujaalon ki or

Ujaalon ki or, badho sajnaa
Dil ki raho me, badho sajnaa
Haath me liye sachhai ki deepak
Andheron se dur, chalo sajnaa...

Chalo sajnaa, usi raha par
Jahan dhoop ho, chhayaa bhi ho
Jahan meet ho, jahan preet ho
Jahan geet ho, gungunate chalo
Chalo sajnaa, us mod taq
Jo aaye to bas, to hi jeet ho
Jahan sur aur saaz eksaath chale
Sargam hi naa ho, sangeet bhi ho...

Andheron se tum ghabrana nahi
Andherein to pag pag saath chalein
Apni shraddha rakkho ujaalon ki or
Aur chalte raho, jahan dil le chale...

Badho sajnaa, usi path par
Jahan kaatein ho, phool bhi ho
Sirf moti na ho, sirf manzil na ho
Jahan badalon si garm dhool bhi ho
Badho sajnaa, dil ki raho pe tum
Roshni ka jahan ek jhalak bhi dikhe
In andheron se dur badhte jaao
Jahan chaaro taraf ujaalaa hi ho...

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Tuesday, January 26, 2010

I will always love you

There is so much I want to say
There is so much I hide
But one thing is true
There cannot be a life without you
And that, I will always love you

No matter how far you are
No matter the distance in between
I will fly to you, when You need me
There nothing that you have to do
Just know, I will always love you

People will come and go in life
Someone will come to stay
You will not need me then, anymore
Then, I will leave as I came to you
But still, I will always love you...

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Friday, January 22, 2010

Summer Rain

Sun scorched day
Umbrella fared high
Molten ice-cream soothed
Mizzle intensified abruptly
Effused respite cordial
Rain drenched earth

Rejuvenated all life
All at once
It rained again
Not to stop

Written For: Acrostic Only, Jan 2010 #8
Acrostic with 3 Words per Line

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Sunday, January 17, 2010

Kaash aysa ho

Kaash aysa ho, ke mujhe tu yaad kare
aur meri yaad tujhe sone naa de,
ek dusre ki bahon me bitayein hue wo haseen lamhe
tujhe yaad aye, aur sone naa de.

kaash aysa ho, ke main tujhe yaad ayun
har ahat pe tujhe lage ke main hun yehin kahin
har dhadkan se tujhe mere hone ka ahsaas ho
aur wo ehsaas tujhe saari raat, sone na de.

tere ankhon me base hue hain, jo mere khwab
tu unko palkon taq aane kyon nahi deti,
tere dil me mujhse milne ki hai jo junoon
tu use haqikat me badalne kyon nahi deti?

kyon nahi kehti ke tujhe bhi mujhse pyar hai?
kyon nahi kehti ke ye duriyaan tujhe bhi tadpati hain,
bilakti, sulaghti hogi tu bhi mere judaai me
apne aap ko mujhme samane kyon nahi deti?

kaash aysa ho, ke tu yaad kare wo haseen pal
jo humne saath guzare the, ankhon ankhon me
wo din jo jhilmilaye the kabhi apne saath
wo raatein jo humne bitaye the, baaton baaton me.

kaash aysa ho, ke mujhe tu yaad kare
aur meri yaad se teri ankhen bhar ayein
bhari ankhein ho jaaye bojhal humari sapno se
aur tu soye. jaagna na pade tujhko aur raaton me...

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Friday, January 15, 2010


Manmauji Manmauji
saade dil vich hai jo anand
us anand ko vekko ji
saade dil vich hai jo pyar
us pyar ko vekko ji

mere pehle bhi kitne ayein
mere baad bhi ayenge
jo bole so nehal hove
"Sat Shree Akaal" boloji
Manmauji Manmauji

dil me kuch jubaan me kuch aur
dhoka khud ko na dena
jo hai Allah wohi rakhwala
"Allah hu Akbar" boloji
Manmauji Manmauji

kehat Kabir suno bhai saadho
paap man me na le ana
bhatke hue ko rah dikhave
man me "Ram" boloji
Manmauji Manmauji

Manmauji Manmauji
thwade dil vich hai jo jasba
us jasba ko vekko ji
thwade dil vich bhi hai pyar
us pyar ko vekko ji

inna sara pyar hai dil vich
kade taan wo bhi vekko ji
Manmauji Manmauji...

I've put this one in English script to enable my readers, who do not know how to read Hindi. I want more people to read it; and I believe the message in this poem cannot wait until they learn the Hindi script! May put it in Hindi Script in sometime too...

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Friday, January 8, 2010

Agartala – the development in news

“Indian Airlines welcomes you to Singarbil Airport, Agartala. The outside temperature is 22 degrees centigrade and the captain feels it’s quite comfortable. Please do not try to open the overhead lockers until the plane comes to a complete stall. This might harm you or your fellow passengers. We thank you for travelling with Indian Airlines and we hope you will travel with us soon. We wish you a pleasant stay in Agartala.”

At last, the plane stopped and we landed fine. As soon as I came out of the front door, I waved goodbye to the beautiful airhostess, turned outwards and took a deep breath. Ah! The whiff of my land filled my lungs. I have fewer words to describe the feeling of it. I was coming back after almost four years and I alone knew how much I missed it.

After checking out with the baggage, I was surrounded by a horde of car and auto drivers. The first signs; so uncommon about Agartala! For a moment, it did not feel like my own land! Anyways, I took an auto after twenty minutes of bargain and only after deciding upon a price which I thought should be enough for the ride home.

The ride was not so good. I mean, I did not feel I was in the same place where I spent most of my years! Agartala had changed so much since I left it that it gives me an impression as if the aero plane went back to Guwahati instead of landing in Agartala. The roads were widened; the shops were pushed back; the footpaths were fabricated and there were small saplings planted all through the road till I reached home. One might question the objective of the authorities, but all I felt was an improvement – a step towards development of the capital which had never been of priority to the government. I liked it.

After reaching home, I took recess for rest of the day. The cool bath in my own shower and a neck-fill lunch allowed me to do nothing more but sleep. So, I went upstairs and slept in the terrace. When I woke up, it was almost dark and the quirking crickets were shouting at the peak of their voice, as if they were welcoming my return. Only then, I felt I was back – home! The sound of crickets and the dancing fireflies in the middle of the city can only be experienced in Agartala, and nowhere else, I believe.

Agartala is the capital of one of the seven sisters of north east – Tripura. Tripura is a land that was never under British rule. This is why I say that Tripura is a virgin state (LOL). The ancient state takes up a huge area including some districts of Assam, Meghalaya, Mizoram and Bangladesh and it was ruled by Tripuri Kings or Twipra Dynasty for almost 2500 years. On October 15, 1949 Tripura was merged with independent India. The state lost lion’s share of its area to Bangladesh during partition of East Pakistan and India. Tripura became a centrally administered Union Territory on July 1, 1963 and attained the status of a full-fledged state on January 21, 1972. Agartala, the capital city of the state is where I was born. I have travelled across the length and breadth of India extensively during my school, college and post graduation days and no place could fascinate me more than my own little piece of land.

The next morning I carried my age old bicycle to the nearest puncture shop (well, most of the shops here were either ‘puncher’ or ‘pancar’ shops all these years, but somehow, all of them had suddenly learnt the right word, it seemed!) to mend it. The bicycle is still a perfect ride for the city. The total city area does not go more than 60 Sq. Km and you can still travel from one corner to the other just by handing over a five rupee coin! Everything is in the vicinity. You need not travel more than 12 hours to reach any of your relatives residing in any part of the state. At present, with the inception of railways (after 61 years of independence) the travel time has reduced even more.

The bicycle ride to the only railway station in Agartala illustrated many changes in the city. I intentionally took the longer route and met many of my old friends and relatives on the way. By the time I reached the station it was noon and there were no trace of any engine. Alas! I was excited hoping to see an engine for the first time in Agartala, but could not. The railway station itself has been built in a way to depict old palaces. The look of the white station gate gave a tremendous feeling. We all were waiting for it since childhood when the then railways minister promised to get Agartala connected to the rest of India. And when it happened, most of us were not present here in Agartala. Anyways, the very sight of the railway tracks and the platforms gave me immense pleasure. I came back.

The current Agartala is situated not far from the old and original one, called “Purano Agartala” or “Old Agartala.” One can still see the erections of the ancient kings who ruled the state in Purano Agartala. One of the main temples of Tripura where the traditional Kharchi Puja is celebrated is situated in this place. Many other small and big temples can be seen there that depict the engineering and art of ancient Tripuri Kings. However, the main palace, called the Ujjayanta Raajprashaad is situated in modern day Agartala and the city is built up all around it.

While travelling back home, I thought of getting into the market place – Kaman Choumuhani and Hawker’s Corner. The moment I entered the area, my eyes went ablaze! What was there that I am seeing? Big shopping malls have come up in place of small chain of shops and the roads are not covered with shop less hawkers anymore. There were parking made for cars and bicycles and the whole place was glowing and bustling like a metro! The changes what I saw around me left me awestruck; but for the people around me, nothing at all! Maybe they were more adaptive or practical or mature. Whatever it was, I was in no mood to think about them. People change as the environment and the society they live in changes. I know, I know!

On the way back, I cycled passed my school, the hospital that I was born in, the Motor Stand, the South and North Gates to the palace compound, the Astabal Maidan, the Buddha Mandir, the Governor’s house and the Malancha Nivas, where Kabiguru Rabindranath Thakur used to stay. My school building was demolished and a big palace stands in its place now. The place near Buddha Mandir had grown up to a satellite market place. Governor’s house remained a mystery with its high raised guarding walls as we could never peep into it and see what is there to be seen. Renovation works on Malancha Nivas were still going on. A few roads were being re-laid and the smell of tar and charcoal filled the air. Sight of the circuit house, road towards Bholagiri Ashram’s field and the age old Kunjavan Quarters gave me pleasant hindsight of the olden days. Some things never change and I was happy that they do not. By the time I reached home, it was dark and Maa scolded me after years and I promised within to be late for each of the rest days of my tour.

The stay in Agartala came out to be pleasant as wished by the airhostess earlier. I could not travel to different parts of Tripura, and relished my excursions into my native – felt like old wine in a new bottle! There are many places one can visit when in Tripura – the Tripureshwari Kaali Bari, Neermahal, Shipahi Jala animal resort and zoo, Unokoti Mountains containing idols of 33 crores Hindu Gods and Goddesses inscribed on rocks, Pilak and many more small but historically irreplaceable places. Due to shortage of time, I could not visit any of those; but I browsed through the paths and roads of Agartala to my heart’s content. The next time I go there, I am sure to see many more changes, developments and shifts in overall beauty of the city but I am confident on one thing – how much ever they change Agartala, I will know it as much as I have always known and it will love me as much as it always does!

Phew! Nostalgic Agartala!
Its almost a work of fiction, as I have not visited the place for 2 years, 11 months and 16 days; however, the facts are all true as I got to see the photos and experiences that my friends and relatives have shared with me. When I go there now, it will not be much different!
Was thinking where I should put thie writeup - in this blogor my regular blog. Then, since I have not actually gone there in years, I felt this is the right place for this to be... Hope you enjoyed...

Pics above:
1. Tourism Map of Tripura.
2. Railway Station, Badharghaat.
3. Ujjayanta Palace.
4. Neermahal, Melaghar.

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