Karoron ki gan na mein ek Anna !!

मध्य वर्ष के मई मॉस में , नयी सरकार बनायीं थी |

दिल्ली के दरबार में ,दस्तक दर्ज करायी थी ||

गर्मी के गर्म हवा में , गुब्बारे लाया मनमोहन |

शुरू हुआ भ्रस्टों का तांडव , शुरू हुआ नया आरोहन ||







कोख में डाले कपत्कर्मी, ली शपथ क़ुरबानी की |

बेचारे बेबस राष्ट्र में , महफ़िल थी बईमानी की||

करोरों कोढियों को कूटने , कौरवों की पेशी थी |

दुराचारियों की द्रोण , फिर से वही विदेशी थी ||







संसद के सत्रों के , हुई नयी सगुफों की शुरुआत |

शुरू हुई निर्लाजता, और मानवता का आघात ||

जनमानस के मस्तक में तो, क्रिकेट फिल्मों के जोड़ी थे|

संसद भी नपुंसक था , जहाँ ऐसे वृद्ध विरोधी थे ||







वृद्ध विपक्ष, वीर ना था |

शायद उसपर भी चीर ना था |

सर्कार पर नियंत्रण की , जब उनकी थी बारी |

कुल में कलह, कपट,क्रोध में लगी थी विपक्ष सारी||







ऋतू आई जब बारिश की, तो ऊपर अम्बर सूखा था |

दिल्ली में तो दावत थी , किन्तु वह हलधर भूखा था ||

ना श्याही गयी थी अंगुली से , न गयी थी उन चिताओं से राख |

निकला मानवता का जनाज़ा ,और मिले मृतको को लाख ||







वर्षा के बाद , आई , शरद की बारी |

दिल्ली में भी थी अब, शरद की पारी ||

बजी महंगाई की डंका, टूटे सारे कीर्तिमान |

फिर भी स्थाई थी लंका, तो क्या अगर गए कई जान? ||







नए वर्ष में नया अजेंडा , लेकर आई यह सरकार |

शिखर पर थे अब कलमाड़ी , जिन्हें था क्रीड़ों से प्यार ||

भ्रस्टाचार की लक्ष्मण रेखा , को लांघने का रश्म था |

कर हरण सीतायी शर्म, ये शीला सुरेश का कर्म था ||







आई फिर से गर्म ऋतू, शुरू हुआ नया अध्याय |

राजा की हैवानियत से, रंक हो गयी असहाय ||

आदर्शों का बलात्कार कर, बेचा विलास ने आदर्श |

सूनी हुई देशी तिजोरी ,सुने हुए देशवाशियों के पर्स ||







फिर तो ऋतुओं ने भी , हार थी मानी |

मनमोहन की भी , वाही कहानी ||

बता अपनी मजबूरी कई, वोह तो लुप्त हो गए |

बने कई कमीशन, पर सबूत , मानों गुप्त हो गए ||







ऋतुओं की नयी माला में, फिर से आया नया उजाला |

सत्याग्रह की चोली पहने , दिल्ली आया खादीवाला ||

की आन्दोलन घमासान, लोकायुक्त की मांग थी |

खादिवाले के नज़रों में, तो दुर्योधन की जांघ थी ||







भ्रस्ताचारियों के खेमे से, रिशवत भर के आई झोली |

पर खादीवालों, की भीड़ में ,आई ,योगी की भी टोली ||

झकझोर कर ललकारा, दिखाया युवाओं को दर्पण |

प्रत्यारोप से परे उठो, और करो कोइ परिवर्तन ||







क्यों की ...





परिवर्तन ही प्रतिशोध का प्रथम पृष्ट है |

रामलीला में रावण के रावानियत का दृष्ट है ||

कमर कस ,कलम उठा, हे कलयुग के कर्मवीरों |

यह युद्ध काण्ड है, यहाँ वृद्ध नहीं, वीर ही वरिष्ट है ||





-- Sarthak Siddhartha

Chidambram calls the attacks “insidious” in nature

Describing the Pune blast, in which nine persons, were killed, our dear old Home Minister has said that its hard to stop attacks of such “insidious” nature.
I think lots have been said and written about the attacks and who all are to be blamed and so on and so forth.Its time to get into the skins of our minister.How can the terrorists be so rude and uncompassionate to even think about an attack which is so insidious and treacherous in nature.Don’t they have a little bit of morality left in them.This is not the way , gentlemen should behave or act.How dare they attack us before a press release stating the time and venue of the blast.Mr Chidambram is damn right when he says, how can some one prevent insidious acts.Is this the way you treat an emerging super power? A country with second highest growth rate.Show some respect!!
We already had so many things on our platter.Couldn’t you guys have just waited for a little while. How do these people always find newer ways of attacking us. I mean , first the parliament, then came 26/11 completely different from the former and now , this attack. I mean, for heaven’s sake stick to a pattern guys. Our police is not that competent to catch you guys if you fickle around too much.How can we trust you now? Is that the way for any civilised person to behave? Here we are, in our magnanimous best, literally showing the other cheek. And you shaft us on our butt.Play according to the rules.That’s what Mr Chidambram expects from you.
In the meanwhile,our investigations into the bakery blast have led to a number of clues. For starters, some explosive was almost certainly used. Additionally, we can, as of now, be completely certain of the involvement of that diabolical “foreign hand” that has bedevilled us for decades. But we have finally identified it for sure.And yes, after 10 hours of confusion, we were finally able to come to this conclusion , that it was indeed a bomb and not cylinder explosion.So guys, beware, we are gonna come hard at you.
And leave all that aside. Even if they are not able to catch you guys. Or for that matter you don’t surrender, which under all probability you will, considering the helplessness our government pretends most of the times. After all you guys are humans too. But say ,if nothing of that sort happens, What do you think, you have won?? Hahaha.. silly boys.You don’t know our biggest asset.Apparently, we have something called “spirit”, which vindicates us all the time, and keeps us moving.We are “resilient”. You didn’t know that.So ignorant of you!!.
So guys,dont force us to lose our head and beat you guys down. You know we can do that, but we are just not in mood.But enough is enough, if you don’t stop, we are going to unleash our deadliest weapon.Our minister has hired three more speakers in the media section of the congress party.And you very well know that death-by-words is painful.

Dear Minister,

First of all a heartily congratulation, that due to your valiant effort and dedication, there has been just one official terrorist attack after 26/11.Only 9 people and 8 families were directly effected.You managed to ensure that there was no serial blasts.And ofcourse you and your government , made sure that 50% of the police force are busy in facilitating a smooth release of My name is Khan.So what, if there was a terror attack at the very same time due to lack of policing.We all understand that lives of common men are much less significant than the losses that Shahrukh Khan would have faced had the movie been disrupted. That seriously deserves all the accolades and applause that you and your government have asked for. The attack that took place in Pune this Saturday, although was a terrorist attack, but it wasn’t of that bigger magnitude. There was just one bomb blast.Not a big deal ..haa? And this time, due to yours or theirs generosity; none of the businessmen and the high-profile people were affected. Thanks so much for this, we can afford to lose few common men, can’t we. Our lives have much lesser face value theirs. Out of the 1 billion population of the country, just 9 people lost their lives, which accounts to a mere 0.000000009%. The rest, due to your magnanimous effort and assistance, could sit in their drawing-room and enjoy the sensationalization of the same news by practically all the channels. And I must commend the dialogue writers of those channels, and the anchors. they’ve indeed enlightened us that acting and doing drama are not only constrained to Actors alone, but the media is now almost at par. Oops, sorry for excluding the political fraternity. After all, these days, acting and dialogue delivery in press-conferences are one of the pre-requisites that you need to have in your resume if you have to be a politician. Sometimes I tend to go by the bookish definition of the jobs, so I miss out on these points. Deepest Apology. But coming back to your achievements, it has a long list man. I mean, you have protected our national hero Kasab for over 1 year now and that too by spending just a mere 65 crores.And not to forget, how well you have saved our constitution to be disgraced , by not letting Afzal guru be hanged even after getting Capital punishment by the Supreme Court. How well you have solved the immigration problems in Mumbai and Delhi. You have made these places so unsafe that people from other states would just refrain from coming here. I think both the Thackreys would give you a serious Thumbs Up. By creating an image of our country as an unsafe place to travel for the tourists, you did such a big favor. When all the medical research and doctors had given up on the issues of Swine Flu, bird flu, that was the time when you came up and blessed us with this brilliant solution. If they don’t come , neither swine flu would come nor bird flu. Masterstroke indeed!!.It’s said, that when you know that your life is uncertain, you don’t hold back, feelings of embarrassment,and all just doesn’t feature in your thought process. And it’s all because of you. Due to your sublime efforts, every Indian feels the same. All of ours life is so very uncertain , that we can do things what we want.These days, husbands call their wives two times a day from their office to ensure that they are safe. You must have received so many blessings from housewives all over India. and not to mention from the Mobile operators as well. We had learnt in school, that we utilize only a fraction of our brain while Einstein used to employ a little more. Thanks to you sir , that we have so much to ponder now. So much to apply our brains on, find out newer ways to survive, which restaurants to go to, which one to avoid, when to take the train, when not to. You have finally listened to the requests of the B-tier cities about them featuring in national news. I hope you won’t disappoint other cities like Jaipur, Lucknow & Patna, and they will also get to see their people blasted in some hotel or busses and feature in National News.You were so very right that you can’t provide 24X7 security to the restaurants and public places.After all the resources are few and they have to take are of the bungalows of the 546 colleagues of yours. You are indeed an Iron Man, the man who will make India , one nation in the true sense of the word. Just that a man who lost his son in the Bomb blast has a thing to say to you. For him, it was not 9 out of 1 billion, for him it was 1 out of 1, which makes it 100% for him.But then, he should get his statistics right. 3 days of media reports about his son, that too blended with all non-sense stuffs with no reference to truth.That is all he got.A lifetime of burden. He avoids most of his family and friends when they call because when he does speak to them, they will say, “How are you?” and he answers, “Not good,” and they will tell him, “How come, what’s the matter?” He takes it as being very insensitive, even though they probably don’t mean it that way. It’s like he tries extra hard not to have a “good time” or do things he used to like to do because he feels like his son is saying, “Mom, what are you doing? You are not thinking of me. Hey mom, I’m the one that has passed on.” It may sound crazy, but he feels like that sometimes. He has so many emotions. Some days he is so angry, angry at the whole world, angry at everyone who is walking around enjoying life, making plans for the future. He starts to think, wow, his son is not enjoying life or making plans; instead, his life was snatched away from him and now he is in the cold ground all alone. Some days he tries to pretend that this was all a nightmare and it never happened.But then, bygones are bygones, he should understand this. After all he just lost a son.
Thanks so much for all your efforts and I hope you won’t disappoint us in future as well.
Yours’ Sincerely

Sarthak Siddhartha,

1988- (Whenever they wish)

Campus to Corporate

I wonder when I'l get rid of this dirty mess, this miniature version of a place which some refer as room, these people who always pull my leg.Many of us have asked this question to ourselves and to our friends in our college days.Many of us have gone on to express their desire to enter the corporate world much before the due date.There are many who are right now sitting at home or in college thinking the same..to get into this world which shows all the bright things, all the stuffs that you have dreamt of to achieve , to possess in your life. Graduating from college is a significant rite of passage. For most of us, it signifies an important transition into the real world of being totally independent and earning a livelihood full-time.It makes us positive and rosy about our expectations.
And then comes the moment when you enter the arena, the on boarding room, and you are so very excited about it.The excitement seems, will never fizz , will remain forever.The same excitement you think , will charge you every morning to go to your workplace with a vigor to change the things that effect people, believing in the philosophy that success is the ability to get along with and interact with others while always getting the job done.The day passes and similarly the next day.
And then , you start contemplating, about those night outs, those chitchats.You start thinking about the monotonousity that you have been crumbled with.The barriers that you have put between. The freedom that has been snatched away from you. Freedom to be what you are. Freedom to express, what you feel like.Freedom of exercising your freedom. The same mess food which used to churn out the things inside your tummy during that time comes rite in frint of you when you have to eat a spaghetti with fork and spoon, and you wonder weather i'l ever get to eat a normal north Indian dish ever.
The same hostel room which used to suffocate the hell out of you now comes nostalgic to you when you are alone in the 5 star hotel room , trying to figure out the course of action to be taken.

But then doing a job is not about attaining salvation. Its about earning your bread and butter.But is this line significant enough to make you continuously do things that you need to.

I'm not an expert on judging situations, neither an expert on transition from campus to corporate.But I'm seriously looking forward to the things coming ahead...

No Goodbyes!!

Gone are the days, which bought so fun
Gone are the days, which left us mum
Gone are the days, where life just blotted
Gone are the days, where a new sun was spotted

Cometh the agony, in the winds of the future
And there , ther wont be a BIT to nurture
Forcasts are heavy, and the present is light
Happiness and glory are gonna take a flight

And then u contemplate, the things went by
The times of assertion, nd the time u were shy
The clauses and the causes,all are gonna fly
And then you remember, with a tinge in your eye

You remember

Those packed bags, that came.
with an inexperienced lame.
Those first sem registrations
Those first day preperations.
Those people speaking bengali
With just a man on your side
Whom you never thought at that time
Thats he gonna be your pride.

Those 2k2 placements,more worrying for 2k5
With every time a guy placed,H6 will give a high 5
Those midnight discussions on the India Today rankings.
With heat and humour, both on the spanking.

Those frustration of Biotech, shared by us
Those midsem xams , which was no fuss.
Those nightouts, and night ins in room 43
The peot remembers, when he was free.

Then came 2006, with a deadly start.
The 2nd sem results and the glory departs.
The start of the demise was on the GPA card
And Chetan with his 5 point, hit me hard

But the glory revived , and misery departed
As came the planchet, and Animesh Farted
The entry into the brach, and into the synth
Came a new dimenstion, into my plinth

Sems passed and with it the time
And then came the moment, to mug the barron rhyme.
Words were a mystery, but not thier meaning.
Answers were thier, but the questions went for cleaning.

And then came, what they say the final frontier.
Where rocks break and and the strongest crumbles
Where thers no place for music, or for dumbles
When thers one thing that counts in every single hearted
Thats to be with those , who are gonna be departed.

Its a halt for few , and an end for some
For me , I guess the best us yet to come.


But has the end come and has the best ended
Have The plethora of thoughts now descended
Have the Guts gone and so are the glory
My dear friends is it the end of the story?

No story ends, on a wretched note over here
Nor is this an exception from adhere
The story is not abt the buliding or the place
Niether its the story of the teacher's face.

Its a prose of the blends.
Connection of the friends.
Moments of bonding
Moments of sharing
I remember my days
of my real pairing

Its a story of emotions, which are immortal.
Its a story of those, who'l share the same portal
May be the place will change and the routene will differ.
But niether the friendship or the closeness is gonna suffer.
So dont be despondent, as we are gonna boast
Kyunki Pikchar, abhi baaki hai mere dost.

Friends Revisited

Its written in the Gita that, having formed the first person, Brahma immediately declared our social character: "It is not good that man should be alone." Most of us, most of the time, would rather be with anyone than be alone. And when we compare being with anyone to being with a real friend, there is no comparison. The reasons are endless. The Great philosopher Francis Bacon noted two tremendously positive effects of friendship: "It redoubles joys and cuts grief in half." How true. Friends make the ordinary running errands or eating lunch, for example, extraordinarily fun. And good friends ease our pain and lighten our heavy load. They also strengthen us, nurture us, and help us grow. And without our knowing, they cause all those effects..

This brings us to a central issue. What are the "right kinds" of friends? What makes a friend "good"? What are "the real" friends?

The regular readers of the blog would be knowing the concepts of the pest and guest friends.Well, this time though there Is an addition to the club.These are fair weather friends. These are the people who walk with us in the sunshine, but they are gone when darkness falls. Overly engaged and emotionally needy friends who don't know the meaning of reciprocity are "downers". They take and take while we give and give, but we never see a return on our investment.And when I say investment, I don’t mean the monitory aspect of it. On the other end is "know-it-all friend" who mothers and smothers with unwanted advice but never asks for our input. In short, friends cannot be your employer they can't be your project, they can't be your psychiatrist. But they can be your friends, which is plenty.
Very recently I was asked this question that friends can never take place of your siblings.Well, as far as I am concerned , I don’t have a sibling but what I do have ,are eyes and a heart through which I can judge ,see and decipher that may be we don’t share the same blood group or the DNA ,BUT.So, who said that human blood or the DNA is the one which has got the responsibility of acting as a channel to connect hearts.
Real friends are few. The few real friends we enjoy generally come in one of two forms, both desirable and equally delightful. They are friends of the Road and friends of the Heart. Here is a story to explain what I mean.

He was He. That's why I liked him. He could always, I mean, always make me laugh. Whether we were hanging out at the restaurant, playing cricket in a field, sitting in college, or giving serious speeches in the Bhakshala, a mere glance from him could slay me.He and I had more in common than humor, however. We had countless conversations at all hours of the day and night about everything from music to the meaning of life. We also had soul-searching talks about our fears, our futures, our relationships. This was no lightweight relationship. We saw each other through the Storm of adolescence. Like two war veterans, we helped each other survive. At journey's end, however, the friendship may fade. I may not see him, my college confident, after we graduate.

Is a friendship that fades away necessarily a bad thing? I don't think so. There is a line in novel Q and A by Vikash Swarup "Centennial" that speaks to how even good friendships can be fleeting: "He wished he could ride forever with these men ... but it could not be. Trails end and companies of men fall apart."

Some friendships are meant to be transitory. Like cowboys who ride hard together for miles, sharing both dusty perils and round-the-campfire coffee, we all have friendships that come to their natural end. Not because of discontent or lack of interest. Simply because the road has run out. We've hit the end of the trail together and it's time to move on to other things, other companies of men.
What we got to Understand is that, these are not failed friendships. Not at all. They are friendships of the crossroads, equally intense, equally necessary, equally worth cultivating and treasuring as the long-lasting versions. We couldn't survive without them. They get us through a particular stretch of road, and for that we can be grateful. The friends we meet along life's road make the journey joyful. And they are just as fulfilling as friendships of the Heart. Well, almost.
What we ideally want is that those friendships of the roads turns out to be the friendship of the hearts.So what if we don’t live together in the future, don’t spend that much time again,or don’t know whats going on in each others life.For me my friends of the roads are indeed the friends of the hearts.I don’t know thiers but I presume it’s the same.Sporadic phone calls, as well as e-mail and a few cards or letters here and there, can bridge the connection between long lapses. We may not keep up on daily details, but these friends will know my headlines and I’l know theirs. We’l count on each other and we’l share an irresistible impulse to keep going together.

There's nothing like a true friend of the Heart, long-lasting pals who know us sometimes better than we know ourselves. They bring such comfort to our lives. It's nearly inexpressible.
As I started with Gita from the East , I’l end from the words of the west as given in Archer’s prodigal daughter quoting some poet that the comfort of feeling safe with a person, having neither to weigh thoughts nor measure words, but pouring them all right out, just as they are - chaff and grain together - certain that a faithful hand will take and sift them, keep what is worth keeping and with the breath of kindness blow the rest away.

Boss, I'm Late!!

Boss, I'm late , well all mumbaikars are very much a part of this movement . Yes a movement indeed . Thats because ,it very well satisfies the primary condition of being called a movement as it involves a huge mass. Thanks to this spectral traffic of the greatest city known to the humans.. Mumbai. That is the most common SMS that people send at around 10:30 to their bosses all over this place rite from Church Gate to Ghatkopar to Borivali, and guess what .. the most common reply that they recieve: "Even I'm stuck". No one is spared by this Devil, neither the employees , nor the employers. In this sense , its quite a socialist, isn't it? You remain seated in your car, bus , Taxi(if u can afford ), Auto or whatever, & it just doesn't show any mercy. It tests your patience to its core. You will continue hearing horns from the back , left , right , up , down from every possible directions known to physics. Sometimes you just wonder what is the need for this , and when it becomes all fine and you can see an empty passage and your vehicle is just about to move forward, from no where an auto or a cycle will come in between to cross and the JAM restarts, and as is the saying that the devil doesn't come alone, he comes with his secretaries, well there's no exception here. When the traffic is at its peak, the sun is at its prime. Here is the time when you feel that God can be so unfair sometime. I mean , he dropped us in the hottest place of this world and made us hairy, what else can you ask for. You are left sweating profusely in your car just to see the whole world getting stopped and wondering why do people say that Bombay (Mumbai, for my safety) never stops. Other secretary of this devil are those road side vendors.I mean you wonder why God created them. They are like those Mithun Chakravarthy movies in which you kind of want to get into the TV screen and bust his ass off but just cant do that, they are like those Jack Fruit vegetable prepared by your neighbor after calling you for dinner and then asking you about how was the food. food???I mean you should have tasted it before asking me Madam .There are better ways of killing a young neighbor.
But at the end, after going through all these calamities , all the trauma ,you reach your workplace thinking that you have to return as well, don't be so happy. And there is just one thought preoccupying your mind , how will I say this .. "boss I'm Late "..
Love you guys..
Manas Verma
(Traffic Victim)