Friday, 6 December 2013

Job hopping...

Since last month, interestingly, I am being invited to attend a wedding ceremony or an engagement almost everyday...and this is going to continue till this month end. Dear friends, I am not against rituals or traditions, but would like to give a piece of advice to the prospective couples, please get married to a person only if you know her/him well before wedding and you really love him/her....and once you get married, please don't ever think of divorce...or job-hopping...

Saturday, 30 November 2013

A day of nostalgia...

My pedda nana used to request me to sing a song very often, whenever I had visited him at Adityapur of Jamshedpur...today, the same song was being aired in AIR...Khiza Ke Phool Pe Aati Kabhi Bahar Nahi - a song from Do Raaste, Rajesh Khanna starrer...of 70s. I did ask him once, why did he like that particular song so much..he replied, he was mesmarised by the voice of an anonymous pedestrian singing the same song while he was cycling back home. This song took me a trip down the memory lane with nostalgia...my summer vacation was always spent at Tatanagar those days, at Kadma, with my sister Lakshmiakka and Buchchinana, my uncle with exceptional culinary skills. Buchchinana loved dressing well and talk incessantly on any and every topic with authority. My peddanana, whom I can never forget, was a great body builder, philosopher and of course, a fan of my songs those days. My father had five brothers, all were excellent in playing football, my father was the youngest and could never sing a song except Jana Gana mana...our national anthem...my mother was equally bad at singing, she could learn only one song in her entire life, Janani shiva kamini...well, my Papanana was a great singer, he used to sing emulating KL Sehgal...rather, exactly like him. And yes, he was the most erudite and disciplined person I've ever known, he later became the branch manager of Tatas.




Wednesday, 20 November 2013

Achha Lagta Hai...

जब आसमान धुला- धुला सा हुआ करता था
जब नदियों का पानी निथरा- निथरा रहता था
जब हवा में असलियत का ज़हर नहीं घुला था
जब सच्चे थे हम तुम अल्हड़ लड़कपन में
आज कल वो दिन बहुत- बहुत याद आते हैं 

याद है गली के नुक्कड़ पे वो हर शाम, ...
गुब्बारे वाला अपनी साइकल पर बंधे सिलिण्डर से
हमारी फरमाईश पे गुब्बारा फुला कर
बाँध देता था कलाई पर ...
और हम गुब्बारे से भी ज्यादा इतरा जाते थे

कभी हाथ से छूट कर उसका छत पे जा लगना
या पंखे से उलझ कर फूट जाना तो बुरा लगता था
पर यकायक खुले में उसकी डोर
जब हाथ से फिसल जाती थी
और वो उठने लगता था
एक एक आसमान के पार

तब जाने क्या क्या कैसा कैसा लगता था

अक्सर सोचता हूँ काश कभी हम मिल पाते
फिर से बैठते
गए वक़्त की ठंडी हो चुकी धूप किनारे
घंटों घंटों अपने अपने दायरों से गपियाते

लगभग बिना कोई आवाज़ किये
हमारी चटखारी बातों पे
चिकनी चुपड़ी रोटियों की तहें लगा कर
फिर चुपचाप रसोई में लौट जाती माँ

और, कोने में अपनी गद्दी सम्हाले बैठे
पप्पा जी की चुरुट से
उठते जाते गोल गोल धुएं के बवंडर
उनके रहस्यमय एकांगी एकाकी चुप्पी भरे
कोने के एकांत को और गहराते हुए

अब हम - तुम ज़रा कम कम मिलते हैं

अच्छा लगता है

मुद्दतों में कभी कभी का मिलना
और हर दफे उम्र की कलफ
और मेहँदी का फीका होते देखना

अब भी जाने क्या क्या कैसा कैसा लगता है

किन्हीं सिरों का हाथ से छूट छूट जाना
और हौंसलों, इरादों, उम्मीदों के गुब्बारों का
एक एक कर आसमानों को लांघते जाना...Ravindra Arora
जब आसमान धुला- धुला सा हुआ करता था जब नदियों का पानी निथरा- निथरा रहता था जब हवा में असलियत का ज़हर नहीं घुला था जब सच्चे थे हम तुम अल्हड़ लड़कपन म...

Saturday, 16 November 2013

Happy Sunday...

May the flowers fill your heart with beauty,
May hope forever wipe away your tears,
And, above all, may silence make you strong.
- Chief Dan George

The beauty of the trees, the softness of the air,

the fragrance of the grass speaks to me.
The summit of the mountain, the thunder of the sky,
The rhythm of the sea, speaks to me.
The faintness of the stars, the freshness of the morning,
the dewdrop on the flower, speaks to me.
The strength of the fire, the taste of salmon, the trail of the sun,
and the life that never goes away, they speak to me
And my heart soars....
Wishing you all a Happy Sunday....regards and best wishes, Dr Pendyala Pradeep.

Thursday, 14 November 2013

Baal Diwas...

Ab bhee train ka window wala seat hee chahiye
Ab bhee picture dekhte huve kho jata hun
Ab bhee Golgappe, Icecream, Cadbury aur Rasgulla
ke liye zid karta hun
Ab bhee patang udhane mein utna hee mazaa hai
jitna tab tha......
Aaj bhee naye picture, naye kapdhe
baarish ki boonde,
mitti ki sondhi khushboo
utna hee pasand hai
jitney tab the...
Aaj bhi mandir Prasad khane ke liye hee jata hun
Aaj bhi saare buzurg mujhe mere maa baap lagte hain
Aaj bhi bachhon ke saath khelne mein
utna hee mazaa aata hai
jitna tab tha...
Baal Diwas Mubarak ho
Aapko bhi
mujhe bhee...

Elysium...

Just watched the movie, Elysium. It is an excellent action movie with a social message. Jodie Foster was very impressive and Matt Damon was too good. Fights are surreal and pace is fast. You may like the movie...strongly recommended.
PS. It is rather a Sci-fi movie and I have uploaded the picture of Jodie Foster instead of Matt Damon...for the reason, I know a person who looks exactly like Jodie Foster...

Sunday, 10 November 2013

Strong points...

Let us know our strong points
and focus only on our strong points
Let us depend only on ourselves
and take refuge only in ourselves
Let us not follow anybody
Let us be the light unto ourselves...