Vo beetey din…Jab cricket se anjaan they hum…
Jab Chhuppan chhupaai aur aais paais
Jab kanche, gilli-danda se bachpan khela karta thha…
Ghutne haath ki choton par bus mitti lagaya karte they…
Jab shower se anjaane hum nahar mein kooda karte they…
Baarish ki rimjhim mein hum bheeg ke gaaya karte they…
Vo beetey din…
Vo beetey din…Jab cheque aur draft ka pata na thha…
Jab taambe ke kuchh sikkey rakh kar jeb hilaya karte they…
Chaar aane ki toffee lekar jashn manaya karte they…
Toffee ke badle mein toffee…Yehi to sauda karte they…
Papa ki khaatir apni hum gullak toda karte they…
Vo beetey din…
Vo beetey din…Jab ipod thha na video game…
Jab dhoop bharey aangan mein hum sheeshey chamkaaya karte they…
Suraj kaanch se takraa kar kaaghaz ko jalaaya karte they…
Jab gudri odh ke raaton mein daadi ko daraya karte they…
Vo beetey din…
Vo beetey din…Jab mall thha na hi gym koi
Jab naani ke ghar jaakar hum patang udaaya kartey they…
Kachche aam aur laal imli…Leechi, bel, jaamun sab…
Jhagde waale baagh se hi roz churaaya karte they…
Vo beetey din…
Vo beetey din…Jab dish tv na cable thha…
Jab pandrah gharon mein ek tv…Ek akela doordarshan…
Nukkad, circus, rajni aur Dada dadi ki kahani…
Har Sunday ki ek movie…news break mein garm samosey
Vikram Baitaal…Har budhwaar, chitrahar…
Milkar dekha karte they…
Vo beetey din…
Vo beetey din…Jab comp tha na koi internet…
Jab angrezi aur math ki books ko bamboo papers ke cover se…
Chachu sajaaya karte they…
Natraj ki pencil dusiyon baar hum yunhi chheela karte they…
Aur Papa ke Reynold pe hum nazar jamaaye rahte thhey…
Pencil se ek pen ka safar bhi bada hi lamba lagta thha…
Sulekha ink ka neela dhabba jeb se atka rahta thha
Vo beetey din…
Vo beetey din…Jab phone na thha mobile koi…
Ek aane ka postcard dukh sukh baanta karta thha…
Jab do aane ki antardesi Papa, dada, chaachu ke
Jhagde mitaya karti thhi…
Aur chaar aane ka ek lifaafa chhotey bade sab rishton ke…
Raaz sameta karta thha…
Vo beetey din…
Vo beetey din…Jab bisleri nahi hoti thhi…
Aur kisi station pe Papa, paani lene utarte they…
Train ki seeti bajti thhi…aur hum saham se jaate…
Chalti train ki khidki se…
Roti aankh se hum apne papa dhoonda karte they…
Vo beetey din…
Vo beetey din…Ek puraane album mein…Halke peele rangon mein
Ab bhi humne rakhey hain…Vo beetey din…
Aaj magar sab badal gaya hai…
TV, Comp, aur Ipod…internet mobile hain ab…
Mall hai kitne bath tub hai shower hai…
Train ka sheesha bund hai ab…Aur a/c ki thandi ghutan…
Bisleri ki bottle hai…Cheque bhi hai aur cash bhi hai…
Par…
Kuchh to hai jo aaj nahi hai…
Sochta hun ek din phir se train mein baithun
Aur kisi station pe…Papa utrein paani lene…
Seeti baje aur train chale phir…Roti aankh se papa dhoondun…
Phir dabbe mein papa aakar mujhko laga lein gale se apne
Aur main roun…aur main roun…
Ji bhar ke ek baar main roun…!!!!
Saturday, July 19, 2008
Sunday, June 15, 2008
Samunder Ke Kinare Par...
Samander ke kinare par
Na main hun aur na bas tum ho
Kai tanhai baithi hain
Kuchh ek shohrat bhi haazir hai
Kai ruswaai baithi hain
Alag andaaz hai sab ka
Alag hai soch bhi sab ki
Tumhein lahrein bulati hain
Main lahron ko bulata hun
Koi maujon ko ginta hai
Koi bas shor sunta hai
Koi yeh dekhta hai ke samunder hai wasee kitna
Koi yeh sochta hai kitni uski zaat simti hai
Koi lahron ki bechaini
Koi apne masaayel se
Bujha baitha hai saahil pe
Samander mein utar jaane ko hain betaab kitne aur
Sajaaye aankh mein apni na jaane khwaab kitne aur
Kai naakaam baithe hain rakhe yun haath ko dil pe
Ke jo kashti abhi doobi hai thhi voh aarzoo unki
Isi wajah se kahta hun
Samander ke kinarey par
Na main hun aur na bas tum ho
Kai tanhai baithi hain
Kuchh ek shohrat bhi haazir hai
Kai ruswaai baithi hain
Alag andaaz hai sab ka
Alag hai soch bhi sabki
Hamare jo bhi masley hain
Voh in lahron ke jaise hain
Chataan-e-dil se ladte hain
Hamare hi kinaaron par!
Jisey tum maanti ho voh samander hai kahan humdum
Samander mere andar hai
Samander tere andar hai
Samander sab ke andar hai!!!!
Na main hun aur na bas tum ho
Kai tanhai baithi hain
Kuchh ek shohrat bhi haazir hai
Kai ruswaai baithi hain
Alag andaaz hai sab ka
Alag hai soch bhi sab ki
Tumhein lahrein bulati hain
Main lahron ko bulata hun
Koi maujon ko ginta hai
Koi bas shor sunta hai
Koi yeh dekhta hai ke samunder hai wasee kitna
Koi yeh sochta hai kitni uski zaat simti hai
Koi lahron ki bechaini
Koi apne masaayel se
Bujha baitha hai saahil pe
Samander mein utar jaane ko hain betaab kitne aur
Sajaaye aankh mein apni na jaane khwaab kitne aur
Kai naakaam baithe hain rakhe yun haath ko dil pe
Ke jo kashti abhi doobi hai thhi voh aarzoo unki
Isi wajah se kahta hun
Samander ke kinarey par
Na main hun aur na bas tum ho
Kai tanhai baithi hain
Kuchh ek shohrat bhi haazir hai
Kai ruswaai baithi hain
Alag andaaz hai sab ka
Alag hai soch bhi sabki
Hamare jo bhi masley hain
Voh in lahron ke jaise hain
Chataan-e-dil se ladte hain
Hamare hi kinaaron par!
Jisey tum maanti ho voh samander hai kahan humdum
Samander mere andar hai
Samander tere andar hai
Samander sab ke andar hai!!!!
Sunday, May 18, 2008
NAYI DUNIYA
Titli, chooha, ball aur phool
Aur lakeeren aadii tirchhi…
Chhote Chhote dhabbe kuchh…
Apni nanhi beti ki
Nanhi si drawing book mein
Roz nayi duniyaa main dekhoon…
Aur lakeeren aadii tirchhi…
Chhote Chhote dhabbe kuchh…
Apni nanhi beti ki
Nanhi si drawing book mein
Roz nayi duniyaa main dekhoon…
Friday, May 16, 2008
Ek Hatheli Aadhi Dastak...
Ek hatheli aadhi dastak jism pe mere dekar tum
Onghti shab ki tanhai mein mujh ko roz jagati thhi
Baahon ke dar khulte thhey aur lekar apna chaand badan
Pyaas ke soone kamre mein tum chupke se aa jaati thhi
Khamoshi ke saaye mein hum aawaazon se darte thhe
Jism pe ungli se likh likh kar saari baatein karte thhe
Aahat sun kar door hawa ki tum kaisa ghabrati thhi
Pyaas ke soone kamre mein jab chupke se aa jaati thhi
Aarzuon ke band dareechey milke khola karte thhey
Lub ke taraazu par hum apni saanse tola karte thhey
Aur nazar ke mil jaane par tum kitna sharmaati thhi
Pyaas ke soone kamre mein jab chupke se aa jaati thhi
Raat badalti karwat jab thhi waqt tahar saa jaata thha
Chaand dhamak ke khidki se phir kaandhey par aa jaata thha
Odh ke mujhko chaadar si tum khud bhi to bichh jaati thhi
Pyaas ke soone kamre mein jab chupke se aa jaati thhi
Aaj wohi shab phir se tumko mere badan tak laayee hai
Apni hatheli rok lo ab ke milne mein ruswaai hai
Mere badan par ab har dastak zaaya hone waali hai
Mujhko guzre muddat beeti, ab yeh kamra khaali hai!!!
Onghti shab ki tanhai mein mujh ko roz jagati thhi
Baahon ke dar khulte thhey aur lekar apna chaand badan
Pyaas ke soone kamre mein tum chupke se aa jaati thhi
Khamoshi ke saaye mein hum aawaazon se darte thhe
Jism pe ungli se likh likh kar saari baatein karte thhe
Aahat sun kar door hawa ki tum kaisa ghabrati thhi
Pyaas ke soone kamre mein jab chupke se aa jaati thhi
Aarzuon ke band dareechey milke khola karte thhey
Lub ke taraazu par hum apni saanse tola karte thhey
Aur nazar ke mil jaane par tum kitna sharmaati thhi
Pyaas ke soone kamre mein jab chupke se aa jaati thhi
Raat badalti karwat jab thhi waqt tahar saa jaata thha
Chaand dhamak ke khidki se phir kaandhey par aa jaata thha
Odh ke mujhko chaadar si tum khud bhi to bichh jaati thhi
Pyaas ke soone kamre mein jab chupke se aa jaati thhi
Aaj wohi shab phir se tumko mere badan tak laayee hai
Apni hatheli rok lo ab ke milne mein ruswaai hai
Mere badan par ab har dastak zaaya hone waali hai
Mujhko guzre muddat beeti, ab yeh kamra khaali hai!!!
Tuesday, May 13, 2008
Die and Live
What is life?
Why are we living…?
To live and die eventually?
Or, to die and live on…?
I will prefer to die and live on!!!
Why are we living…?
To live and die eventually?
Or, to die and live on…?
I will prefer to die and live on!!!
Monday, May 5, 2008
Film making is a collective creative process led by a director who is given the right to balance ideas to synchronize the entire thing…
If someone wants to make “my kind of cinema” then he or she should better equip herself or himself with great ideas… they have to have seeds to sow…
One should not expect the harvest of their “kind” with no seed of their own…
If they do harvest from the seeds of others then they are not the creators but the hijackers!!!
If someone wants to make “my kind of cinema” then he or she should better equip herself or himself with great ideas… they have to have seeds to sow…
One should not expect the harvest of their “kind” with no seed of their own…
If they do harvest from the seeds of others then they are not the creators but the hijackers!!!
Creativity Hijacked
Film making is a collective creative process led by a director who is given the right to balance ideas to synchronize the entire thing…
If someone wants to make “my kind of cinema” then he or she should better equip herself or himself with great ideas… they have to have seeds to sow…
One should not expect the harvest of their “kind” with no seed of their own…
If they do harvest from the seeds of others then they are not the creators but the hijackers!!!
If someone wants to make “my kind of cinema” then he or she should better equip herself or himself with great ideas… they have to have seeds to sow…
One should not expect the harvest of their “kind” with no seed of their own…
If they do harvest from the seeds of others then they are not the creators but the hijackers!!!
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