Friday, November 30, 2012

when khushwant meet meena kumari

khushwant singh, man with innocent and golden heart, although at first glance he looked like a radical person but in his true spirit he follow the great tradition of india,
                                                                                     always he said that he does not believe in god but in his writing we seen the close appearance of god. if u dont believe in this , please see the translation of vaisno jan to tene kahiye by him.this is also example of perfect translation. he loves bapu gandhi and he through out admire of bapu gandhi style of journalism although it is the mix blend of khushwant style of sex and scotch journalism also.
                           if any one asked about me what is his best contribution to indian society, i just say, he is the mirror of indian rich intellectual class, he collected memories of 100 years, his memory expand from nazism to newly born modism.
                                     some time i feel, he exaggerate the situation and create false situation, i give u one example. when rafiq jakaria take him in rigal cinema, a beautiful woman sit beside him, she often smoke during play, atlast khushwant asked to her, who are u, she just said nothing and get annoyed than rafiq tell to him gadhe she is meena kumari. even it is not true khushwant will create nice fantasy for us.
                                                                                                                                         

Thursday, October 25, 2012

my remembrence of jaspal bhatti

july1999

i am in delhi, a metropolitan city, every thing excited me here. a big world compare to my small town raipur, in new delhi railway station, my freind and i seen the jaspal bhatti, he just arrived from shatabdi express, we astonished, the person we seen everyday in tv but to see him nearby is like very difficult assumption. we give her introduction and request him for autograph. he was tyred but give us autograph, although it is very small event in bhatti ji life but it is very touching exp. for us

Wednesday, September 26, 2012

harkha bai


harkhabai or heerakunwar bai, a very special figure in history. daughter of ordinary feudal lord whom destiny take to a great way to the moghul queen of india. in jodha-akbar ashutosh govarikar show the conflict of a great lady. in song khwaja mere khwaja, we seen lot of emotion. although akbar allowed him to follow her tradition in some extent. we have seen the mural painting of Krishna in fatehpur seekri, tulsi chaura in palace but we clear seen her destiny in her last stage of life. her cremation is followed by Islamic tradition.


Wednesday, September 12, 2012

मेरा पीएससी का इंटरव्यू-१

जब मेंस का रिजल्ट आया तो बड़ी खुशी हुई लेकिन उसी क्षण से इंटरव्यू को लेकर चिंता भी शुरू हो गई। जब लोगों के इंटरव्यू के अनुभव सुने तो डर बढ़ गया। एक बोर्ड तो ऐसा रहा जिसने पूरी तौर पर खौफ कायम किया, प्रश्न इतने कठिन कि उत्तर दे पाना संभव ही नहीं, आपको एक और उम्र लग जाए इन जवाबों को देने के लिए। वन्य जीवन में हॉबी रखने वाले एक मित्र से ऐसे प्रश्न पूछे जिसके जवाब दे पाने संभव नहीं थे क्योंकि इनमें से बहुत कुछ ग्रामीण किवदंतिंयों पर आधारित थे। फिर भी इस बोर्ड की विशेषता थी कि इसमें इंटरव्यू के नये तरीकों का इस्तेमाल किया गया और हर दिन रोचक बातें सुनने को मिलीं मसलन एक लड़की से खड़े-खड़े ही इंटरव्यू लिया गया। एक लड़के से प्रदेश के यूनिवर्सिटी के नाम पूछे गये, १२ नाम बता दिये, उसने कहा कि एक औऱ नाम बता दोगे तो सलेक्शन पक्का। एक पुरानी कहानी याद आई, राजा ने कहा था कि शाम तक जितनी जमीन दौड़ोगे, वो तुम्हारी हो जायेगी। दौड़ तो लिया लेकिन जब वापसी के लिए एक गज जमीन बाकी थी तो उसने दम तोड़ दिया। 
                                                      इस बोर्ड की सबसे अच्छी बात यह थी कि इसने छत्तीसगढ़ी संस्कृति को अहम स्थान दिया। अटकन-बटकन दही चटाका का मतलब पूछा गया, पुरानी छत्तीसगढ़ी कहावतों को पूछा गया, जाहिर है ऐसे लोगों को इससे तवज्जो मिलेगी जिन्होंने छत्तीसगढ़ी संस्कृति पर मेहनत की हो तथा जमीन से जुड़े हों। 
                                      बोर्ड का गठन ग्लोकल आधार पर किया गया था,  कुछ आईएएस बुलाये गये थे जिन्होंने अंतरराष्ट्रीय स्तर पर प्रश्न पूछे, इनमें पूर्व आईएएस अधिकारी बीकेएस रे का नाम प्रमुख है वे लोगों से विभिन्न देशों की राजधानियाँ पूछ रहे थे। छत्तीसगढ़ पीएससी में दक्षिण सूडान से संबंधित प्रश्न पूछा जाना सुखद अनुभव रहा।
                                      दिन करीब आ रहे थे और अंत में वो दिन आ गया, ११ सितंबर की सुबह मेरा इंटरव्यू था। इंटरव्यू देने २० लोग आये थे, मेरे बगल से पश्चिम उत्तरप्रदेश से आये एक शख्स बैठे थे, मैंने उनका नाम पूछा, बताया संजीव, आश्चर्य यह लगा कि उन्होंने मेरा नाम नहीं पूछा, इतना पूछा कि लोकल हो क्या, मैंने कहा हाँ, आश्चर्य यह भी लगा कि उन्होंने तुम से बातचीत की, तुम एक अच्छा संबोधन है लेकिन यह अजीब लगा कि आप पहली बार किसी से बात कर रहे हो और उससे तुम का संबोधन कर रहे हो, मैंने उनसे हिस्ट्री का स्कोर पूछा, उन्होंने बताया ३२५, मुझसे पूछा मैंने बताया ३३३। उन्होंने आश्चर्य व्यक्त किया कि इतना स्कोर कैसे आ सकता है। संभवतः उनका आश्चर्य इस बात को लेकर था कि एक छत्तीसगढ़िया इतने अंक कैसे ला सकता है। यहाँ मैं यूपी की मानसिकता को टारगेट नहीं कर रहा हूँ क्योंकि संजीव बरेली से आये थे और उन्हीं से २५०  किमी दूर गढ़वाल से संदीप आये थे, वे बेहद विनम्र थे। संजीव के बारे में अगले अंक में लिखुँगा।...

Thursday, June 14, 2012

Mumtaz mahal and her legacy


Mumtaz mahal, she is very special feature in moghul period, her beauty, her commitment for royal moghul family,
                                           One thing I always astonished that how a woman impact extra ordinary in any man life specially  is very busy figure as like king.
                                          One reason I think is the tradition of moghul royal family. Right from gulbadan begam, she is skilled writer and have very sharp sight for upheavels in moghul family, hameeda bano begam, she belong to soofi tradition, and I have always feel strange when I think about janhaara begam, mixture of love, sympathy and truly symbol of soofi tradition.
                                              Mumtaz is like what we say chhui-mui. Her innocent and constant love towards khurram make the tradition of legacy which India always remember.

Thursday, May 31, 2012

Irritable bowel syndrome- an effective treatment


My life is very dull due to ibs, I took several allopathic treatment but get mild relief, then I use bale, it will help lot, miracle is happen soon when I started meditation. It work wonder for me, now I am fresh, world is more open for me, thank you meditation for this experince

Sunday, May 6, 2012


From A German War Primer

AMONGST THE HIGHLY PLACED
It is considered low to talk about food.
The fact is: they have
Already eaten.

The lowly must leave this earth
Without having tasted
Any good meat.

For wondering where they come from and
Where they are going
The fine evenings find them
Too exhausted.

They have not yet seen
The mountains and the great sea
When their time is already up.

If the lowly do not
Think about what's low
They will never rise.

THE BREAD OF THE HUNGRY HAS
ALL BEEN EATEN
Meat has become unknown. Useless
The pouring out of the people's sweat.
The laurel groves have been
Lopped down.
From the chimneys of the arms factories
Rises smoke.

THE HOUSE-PAINTER SPEAKS OF
GREAT TIMES TO COME
The forests still grow.
The fields still bear
The cities still stand.
The people still breathe.

ON THE CALENDAR THE DAY IS NOT
YET SHOWN
Every month, every day
Lies open still. One of those days
Is going to be marked with a cross.

THE WORKERS CRY OUT FOR BREAD
The merchants cry out for markets.
The unemployed were hungry. The employed
Are hungry now.
The hands that lay folded are busy again.
They are making shells.

THOSE WHO TAKE THE MEAT FROM THE TABLE
Teach contentment.
Those for whom the contribution is destined
Demand sacrifice.
Those who eat their fill speak to the hungry
Of wonderful times to come.
Those who lead the country into the abyss
Call ruling too difficult
For ordinary men.

WHEN THE LEADERS SPEAK OF PEACE
The common folk know
That war is coming.
When the leaders curse war
The mobilization order is already written out.

THOSE AT THE TOP SAY: PEACE
AND WAR
Are of different substance.
But their peace and their war
Are like wind and storm.

War grows from their peace
Like son from his mother
He bears
Her frightful features.

Their war kills
Whatever their peace
Has left over.

ON THE WALL WAS CHALKED:
They want war.
The man who wrote it
Has already fallen.

THOSE AT THE TOP SAY:
This way to glory.
Those down below say:
This way to the grave.

THE WAR WHICH IS COMING
Is not the first one. There were
Other wars before it.
When the last one came to an end
There were conquerors and conquered.
Among the conquered the common people
Starved. Among the conquerors
The common people starved too.

THOSE AT THE TOP SAY COMRADESHIP
Reigns in the army.
The truth of this is seen
In the cookhouse.
In their hearts should be
The selfsame courage. But
On their plates
Are two kinds of rations.

WHEN IT COMES TO MARCHING MANY DO NOT
KNOW
That their enemy is marching at their head.
The voice which gives them their orders
Is their enemy's voice and
The man who speaks of the enemy
Is the enemy himself.

IT IS NIGHT
The married couples
Lie in their beds. The young women
Will bear orphans.

GENERAL, YOUR TANK IS A POWERFUL VEHICLE
It smashes down forests and crushes a hundred men.
But it has one defect:
It needs a driver.

General, your bomber is powerful.
It flies faster than a storm and carries more than an elephant.
But it has one defect:
It needs a mechanic.

General, man is very useful.
He can fly and he can kill.
But he has one defect:
He can think. 
Bertolt Brecht