MAD!!!

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Date- December 18,2009 (this post was lost among thousands of documents and web pages in my documents, I found it today :) )

It has been months since I last contributed to this blog. Not that I did not have time but of course, it is hard to manage it. Kudos to those people who really have a hell lot to do, who not only do their studies properly but also devote time to their hobbies. I am not a blessed one but I wish I had a hobby too-something to nourish upon when I am all alone in a pool of useless and unproductive thoughts,
making way for darkness. It is said, " khaali dimaag shaitaan ka ghar hota hai". But, the question is- when is the mind devoid of thoughts? I mean, if I am asked to compare mind with body, I would rather compare thoughts to oxygen than to food. A mind cannot live without it, perhaps brain can. Brain is the entity, mind is the consciousness, the state of presence- swifter than everything else in the world. My
thoughts can be vague but as every article carries the disclaimer, " views given by the author is personal"; its my personal view and I am no authority to say that whatever I am writing is sensible and not crap.

Today I read an article by Vir Sangvi (being here at Patna, I miss Hinduatan Times, Delhi edition just like I miss home made food in Delhi.So, i download editorials to read). The title was "There's a method to their madness". It talked about the Cold war, Kissinger and Nixon, doctrine of MAD(Mutually Assured Destruction), the mad politics and our favourite dinner table hot item of discussion "India and Pakistan". He mentioned how Kissinger used this mad strategy to convince the Russians that then President Nixon has turned mad and can anyday push the nuclear button. Of course, no one in his good senses would ever take such a big step which will affect the health of the country for centuries to come. But, for a madman like Nixon, nothing is impossible. Same goes with the relationship between India and
Pakistan. None of the Pakistani leaders want violence, terrorism, attacks. They know, they cannot afford a war with India. They all want peace talks just to convince India that they want peace but they do not have controlled over factors like public opinion, jihadis, ISI, army, etc. etc. etc. (all those who work against India are not under their control).

After reading the article, I have just two questions in mind. One, where is the sense of presence of democracy in Pakistan? How can they claim to be democratic? Who does the government rule? Handful of public who likes to be guided like a herd of cattle. Who has given them authority to make big talks in World forum about things they cannot take control of? Is being unstable or weak a mere excuse, declaration of defeat of democracy or a strategy?

The second question in my mind is, why do we even bother to value the opinions of those who do not have the power to control, those who have let their minds sleep and asked the brains to work, like a madman. I have not read much about it so, I do not have enough knowledge to discuss it further.But, I am glad I wrote something after months of slumber :-D
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1 Idiot, 3 Legends. Gotta see who's who.

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A double trip to Patna book fair got me three books to chew upon this training sem.

1. Forster's Passage to India

2. Gandhi's 'My experiments with truth'

3. The biography of Karl Marx


Apart from that, I am gnawing 'The God of small things' and 'Atlas Shrugged' at full pace these days. Will share my experiences as I go on completing 'em all. A fetish with books even after surviving for 4 years in a place they call IIT.

Well, some habits are never meant to be changed.


Alok.
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यूं ही कुछ कवितायेँ निकल पड़ी

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कभी बैठा रहा जो मैं
ज़िन्दगी से निराश,
सोंचा कुछ भी करने का कोई मतलब नहीं
व्यर्थ हैं सारे प्रयास
खाली बैठे जो मिला एक कागज़ ,दिखी एक कलम
यूं ही कुछ कवितायेँ निकल पड़ी



कभी तोड़ डाली जो
सारी बाधाएं मैंने,
दिखा दिया जाकर आगे
सबकी अपेक्षाओं से
एक पल के लिए जो खिल उठा मेरा मन
भरे उत्साह के थामी मैंने कलम
यूं ही कुछ कवितायें निकल पड़ी



कभी दिखी जो मुझे तुम
कभी पास आती हुई
कभी होती दूर ,नज़रों से ओझल
अपनी ही इच्छाओं को तोड़ते माडोड़ते
पकाते हुए कुछ खयाली पुलाव
हाथ में जो आई मेरे कलम
जो जी में आया लिख दिया
यूं भी कुछ कवितायें निकल पड़ीं …





पिछली दिवाली यूं ही घर पे खाली बैठा था ,की तभी छोटी आई और कहने लगी "भैया,कोई काम नहीं है ना आपको??!!,जो ये सब लिखते रहते हो...!!" मैंने भी सोचा की बात तो सही है ,खाली समय में ही दिमाग इधर उधर भागता है और अगर कलम हाथ में हो ,तो उस पल का कुछ लिखा हुआ ,अपने पास रह जाता है |
अभी जब शिवी ने ब्लॉग का रुख थोडा सेंटी कर दिया,तो सोंचा ये पोस्ट कर दूं |

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better?

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I walked a mile with Pleasure
She chattered all the way,
But there was nothing
I could learn From all she had to say.

I walked a mile with Sorrow
And never a word said she;
But, oh, all the things I learned
When Sorrow walked with me.
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