Sunday 25 April 2021

जीने की आदत



जगा देती है नयी उम्मीद 
किसी बात पर नयी सी जिद्द 
छिपी इच्छा पे कोई व्रत 
जिससे हिल जाए कोई पर्वत 
नए संकल्प नया साल 
रंग लाता है कोई कमाल

काँच के गिलास में निम्बू पानी 
बड़ी ज़ालिम चीज़ है जानी 
थोड़ी शर्म और कुछ कुछ मुस्कान 
कभी मीठी, तिर्छी, तेज़ ज़बान 
अगली गली के उस नुक्कड़ 
कच्ची सुपारी, बनारसी पान 
अगर तुम्हारे पास पड़ा हो,
तो लौटा दो, मेरा कुछ समान 

किताबो में सूखे फूल 
बीते वक्त की कोई भूल 
थोड़ी अठन्नी बाकी चवन्नी 
और मिले मिलाये उसूल 
नया लिबास, नवेले भेस 
हल्की-सी पत्थर की ठेस 
कही आगरे का ताज महल 
और इण्डिया गेट की पहल 

कही सिफारिश कही खुशामद 
थोड़ा जहन्नुम, जरा सी जन्नत 
जो यही कही था, आज नहीं 
बड़ी बेरहम सी हरकत 
ये जो है ज़िन्दगी 
और यही जीने की आदत | 



Saturday 15 August 2020

MSD and the poetic end of the momentary ‘shayar’


There is so much the world knows about Dhoni, this will be so little to write about –

I bunked my Chemistry practicals on a certain rainy morning in September of 2007. The reason for it, made it worth the miss. In retrospect, it was a day to remember to witness something bigger than my act.

Indian Cricket Team had won the maiden Twenty -20 World Cup and had arrived at the Mumbai Airport. The team was supposed to reach Churchgate via road on an open roof double-decker bus.  And I, hoped to reach Wankhede before the team made it. I somehow made it in lieu of bunking the college. From the Vinoo Mankad Gate as the players started to walk to the dressing room, myself at a comfortable position could see each of one them pass by. Some exhibited their glory as they strutted past me from a distance of about 4 feet. Some appeared cheerful as walked without any pride – Dinesh Karthik was one those.

And at the end, someone without any bit of care in the air appeared and walked past with a smile as I looked at him in the eyes. Calm, composed, cool as a ice cube – Mahendra Singh Dhoni.

He didn’t seem to be so called captain of the world reigning cricket team. Neither did he appear to be representing one of the biggest sport played in India. No tantrums; neither façade, nor overt display of emotions. Among all the fanfare, he still appeared to be the person he wanted to be – the quint-essential finisher India has ever produced; the one who knew what his job was and did it very well.


If we go back to the era when India didn’t have a recognizable wicket-keeper who could also bat well when required, competing with Ridley Jacobs, Adam Gilchrist or Mark Boucher was distant indescribable dream. It were those times when Rahul Dravid, so the India cricket fanatics would admit, was being over-worked for his cricketing duties – of being a rock solid defence at number 3 plus keeping wickets. Then, all of a sudden Saurav Chandidas Ganguly legendarily emphasized for selecting someone from the East Zone who sported long flowing hair and was known to hit sixes. Thus, MS Dhoni announced his arrival against Pakistan in 2005 at Vizag, for the world to sit up and take notice.

As cricket fans we were relieved for the search of dependable wicket keeper batsman, never did we know that there was much in store. From being the captain across all three cricketing formats, Dhoni brought some things – unmatched in style and unseen anytime before. If we can exaggerate this to a limit to infinity; he had started to show that he kind of had a Midas touch. The cricketing acumen that he possessed was by far the best the world had seen. He displayed that his understanding quotient of the game was better than the opposition which at times outsmarted the best teams in the world.

Dhoni was still a human like all us. However, he showcased complete calmness on the field. His emotion free demeanor is what probably made him take a defeat or loss in the same stride. This was something which wasn’t seen into generation of cricketers before except a few. He made it look so effortlessly easy.

The act of hitting big sixes we must confess wasn’t something we hadn’t witnessed before. The Pataudis, or the Salim Durranis had pioneered it much much before. The thing that separated Dhoni from the lot was his ability to innovate. He popularized the ‘helicopter shot’ as they called it, and took it to the next level. He may be accused of taking the matches towards the very end at times, however his approach of completing the formalities with huge shots compensated all that. If Michael Bevan was someone with a reputation to finish games, Dhoni made sure that he finishes off in style and plays his shots which flew like a tracer bullet.

The Cricket Pundits may argue that he wasn’t the one the best technically correct batting persons, however they wouldn’t refuse to admit that he was the best in terms of running between the wickets. In 2019 World Cup game, he converted the 2’s into 3’s with Virat, and had shown the world that even this can be done. Well, this was certainly beyond normal comprehension. As a wicket keeper, he immortalized something which was a concept, to keep hands very close to the stumps for collection of the ball. Earlier this way of wicket-keeping was known to have done by the likes of Farooq Engineer. Dhoni got it back in fashion and made it trending for other to follow. Not to forget, this was most likely the very reason of the lightning fast stumping dismissals that he made appear - so stylish.

‘Carpe Diem’ they say, that is to seize the moment. Dhoni just personified it for all us. His exhibitions and histrionics on field were too heroic to even be described. One of those moments romanticized the happy ending of 2011 world cup for every cricket fan and made it a moment for a lifetime. Sunny Gavaskar once said, “He would want to see that six by Dhoni, before he bids good-bye to the world”. This explains it.

In India, everyone has their share of controversies which could be described endlessly on the usual evening tea with Marie Biscuits or on the Banarasi Pan Stall at the end of every street. Dhoni has had his too which couldn’t be forgotten. However, that should be kept for some other day.

Amidst the decorated career, if there is one situation that Dhoni could rewind and replay in his life it would that final run-out that happened at 1929 hours. Interestingly, his first one day innings was also a run-out; but for a duck. Some moments never do come back. That’s how life is.

If we can remember Dhoni today let’s do it for his ONE thing. If at all, there is one quality that Dhoni has surpassed to the next batch of cricketers is the ceaseless confidence. He gave a renovated dream to the hinterlands and smaller towns of India that they could conquer the world and he has shown them how as well – with pose and grace.

We may miss his typical 2 or 3 bat rotations before taking the unassuming confident stance. We could miss the quick running between the wickets. We shall definitely miss the sixes. The whole of Jharkhand shall miss, “Mahi maar raha hai”. And, India would miss the captain cool who patrolled the field positions from behind the wickets. Some day we had to. And some day we do realize, that day is this.

 

There is a lot of void in the heart of fans as they realize these are big shoes to fill. Some wicket keeper batsman would have to fill. This time the benchmarks have been set high.

May be for some time we would miss and remember these times whenever the Pal Do Pal ka Shayar song plays on our music players. That would remind us of the poetic end of the momentary ‘shayar’, as he called himself – thorough the song on his Instagram handle.

May be after a few seasons of the IPL we shall get on with habit of not seeing MS. May be it would difficult for us in the beginning of that phase of not having him in the playing eleven in blue. We would put on that habit eventually with time; maybe.

Saturday 28 March 2020

Sunaina - she had dreams in her eyes


Sunaina - she had dreams in her eyes


Sitting at Café Good luck and waiting for her food to arrive, she was in the middle of an interesting conversation. The atmosphere was cacophonic and there was haste in the air. The business was usual on a pleasant Sunday morning of late December. Speaking to her friends as always with a quick throw of words; as a quintessential chatterbox, she was deep into the discussion. This time the discussion was about her, by her.

“I am selfish”, she said. “I mean, I cannot explain..”, she retorted with a pause and resumed with an emphasis, “but I am selfish”. For a couple of seconds she looked for examples or better words may be. “Let’s say I am eating a packet of noodles, and I have to share it, and then I would end up having three fourths of the plate and leave the one fourth to you. You won’t do that, right? I am basically, that selfish”, she came back strongly explaining her point. The result of which was a moment of light giggles with a tinge of surprise to the way she had put it. Friends were all around and life was good. The world looked beautiful and here was she, in the middle of all of it.



On a quiet morning as she finished her video interview she had a lot of plans and day dreams. The things she would put in place if she clear all the rounds and gets the job offer.  The smaller issues of her life like paying the EMIs for the personal loan, sending money to parents back home in Dewas, or saving for any dreaded emergency ordeal begin to seem now easier as things were starting to fall in place. The bigger issues of her life - like getting the broken footwear fixed or say, what food recipe to prepare for dinner or getting the clothes ironed for the work-day looked out of place to be completed. She had worked through the ranks of a trainee; now gaining four and half years of work experience and making an informed decision of changing the job for better prospects. Somehow things were not clicking for  months on end. At a point, she had considered going to the holy shrine of Trimbakeshwar for some divine intervention in her interview process. She knew He was watching and He had some special plans for her.  The dice had begun to roll after 8 months of applications and attending the interview processes of numerous multinationals. At one occasion after the completion of all the initial formalities and 3 rounds of interviews, the position for which the selection was made had abruptly been closed. The lightning had struck once.

The next day at 2:24 PM, her mobile phone made a distinct beep sound. The e-mail application showed a notification regarding the second round of interview being scheduled two days later.



On the interview day, as the rickshaw drove through, from the gate of her apartment at Sus Pashan Road towards the Pune Bangalore highway she ruffled through the original documents and phtocopies she carried for the interview. Of course making sure that the interview call letter was not forgotten. As she was recalling the answers to some potential questions in the interview, the rickshaw was decelerating on the decline of the flyover meeting the highway. She saw a speeding KTM Duke breezing through her right side with an approximate speed 100 km/hour with a thunderous sound. At the next instant, the bike collided at the intersection with an Volkswagon Polo. There was a deafening silence of 17 seconds and it brought in a void in the mind, leaving aside all the interview questions.

Two hours and fifteen minutes later she admitted the person named, Yogesh Varshney in the hospital. After completing the necessary procedures, she made sure his relatives arrived to take care of the situation. She realized she had to make a choice couple of hours ago. She chose what she felt was right to her. After all, nothing is right or wrong. Eventually it is a matter of perspective.
She did drop an email to the interviewing company for the postponement of the interview. Her potential employer sent across a courtesy e-mail assuring the interview will be rescheduled. It never was. The lightning had now struck for the second time.
On the Makar Sankrant day, as a bunch of colorful kites soared high in the sky, she spent her day updating her resume and contemplating on the events of that day, looking out of the window hopefully.



She had  joined in the new company completing 5 years of professional experience. After the new joinee documentation was completed she went in to discover the taste of the new cafeteria and ordered a club sandwich along with a cold coffee. As she sipped in the drink, she recalled, that, in no time, the new calendar year had brought in pleasant surprises for her. Surprises add the essential spice to life, they say, and spice brings variety. The postponed interview was rescheduled one and half months later. As she came out of the building completing the interview, she shone bright as star in the sky.  The lightning did strike for the third time, and now for the good.
On the other end of the cafeteria, Yogesh Varshney, Senior Manager, Recruitment Team was having a tea break with his colleagues discussing the knock played by Rohit Sharma on a flat Motera wicket against the South Africans.

That day - she came home with a heavy heart– a heart full of many little things. Of little joy, of some sense of achievement, with some more satisfaction and a lot of hope. Hope is after all, not a bad thing. She looked in to the mirror for a moment and a recap of last few months passed before her.

Sunaina, her name, wasn’t just like that. She had dreams in her eyes.

Wednesday 1 January 2020

Something comes, something goes


Something comes, something goes




Something comes
Something goes
With whispering sound
Life echoes.

Voices that were heard before.

The day passes
The night stays
Taking back to the
Older days.

Like a retired sailor on the shore.

Shade stops
Rains continue
The sky drapes in
Unseen hue.

Not that the peasant asks for more.

One agrees
As other would resent.
Coming to terms with
What they meant

Asking eventually to their heart's core.







Saturday 18 May 2019

चन्द झुर्रियाँ थीं


शहर की हदो से ज़रा दूर जब थोड़ा सैर सपाटा किया, तो एक और जीने की आदत हात लगी; जो आपके और हमारे जिंदगी से बहोत अलग थी |
वही पे कही, दादी माँ से मुलाक़ात हुई, कई मिनटो तक बात हुई.. और हां ये तस्वीर याद रह गयी....!!


चन्द झुर्रियाँ थीं 


सूखे पत्ते, थमती बरसात की कहानी
और चेहरे पर ये निशानी
कुछ मजबूरियाँ थी
चन्द झुर्रियाँ थीं

बुझते दीपकों की है जिंदगानी
और कोशिशे करती रहे लौ दीवानी
पर कठिनाइयाँ थी
चन्द झुर्रियाँ थीं

आधा बूँद गगरी, या ना बरसे है पानी
कोई सपना हो हकीकत, या दुनिया फ़ानी
दो कहानियाँ थी
चन्द झुर्रियाँ थीं

तरसे खुशियाँ, लाख मुश्किलें हो आसमानी
मुस्कान चेहरे पर, आँखों में उम्मीद रूहानी
जैसे  बिजलियाँ थी
चन्द झुर्रियाँ थीं

Wednesday 1 May 2019

थोडे त्रिकोण, काही काटकोन



थोडे त्रिकोण, काही काटकोन 

चवीनुसार मीठ अन् चिमूटभर साखर,
आणि जरा वेलचीचा गरजेनुसार वापर.
मनामध्ये असल्यास मनासारखे जर,
लज्जतदार गुलाबजाम जसा खरोखर.
   
केव्हातरी गुलाबजाम फुलत नाही बरा,
तेव्हा मुद्दाम घ्यावा त्यातला गोडवा जरा.

यंत्रावरचे बटण, बटणावर सारे खेळ,
सरतो काटा झटपट, निसटून जाते वेळ.
एखाद्या संध्याकाळी खावी चौपाटीची भेळ,
फोटोविना करावा तेव्हाच आठवणींचा मेळ.

कधीतरी भेळीमधली मिरची देती कळा,
तेव्हा घ्यावा खट्टा मिठ्ठा बर्फाचा गोळा.

आयुष्याच्या गणिताचे किस्से एक दोन
त्यात थोडे त्रिकोण, तर काही काटकोन. 




Saturday 20 April 2019

Time reveals....



Time reveals....

Time reveals
People's faces, 
distant places, 
tiny traces, 
and unsure guesses.

Time heals
Worldly sorrows, 
unseen morrows, 
problems above, 
and break-ups in love.

Time seals
in a way innate,
somebody's fate,
or pours success,
in someone's plate.

Time deals
with everyone's thoughts,
some scribbled dots,
few leisurely days,
and what the heart says.

Time feels
what souls desire,
the way they aspire,
how soon to tire,
and the belly's fire.