Thursday, December 13, 2012

What do I say? Its all cliche.

What do I say?
Its all cliche.
The heart aches
And face smiles...

Old words still bleed my conscience,
And I shy away from every pair of eyes.
No, I haven't gained a pound of flesh,
The court houses have leased my body for free.
Declaring me innocent, declaring me guilty,

Of actions not done, of ideas not thought of.
My imagination shivers at this invasion,
While the world is baffled by its own bastard.

What do I say?
Its all cliche.
Yet recent, yet true.

(c) hp.

Sunday, December 02, 2012


Nahi samjhegi duniya, kitna bhi bayaan kar lo,
Cheekh lo chilla lo chaaho to khoon tak zaaya kar lo.
Aag lage jab dar pe tab kunwaan khodne jaayenge,
Fitrat hai insaanon ki, ho jab tak dua kar lo.

Mehfil se teri chale aaye hum, ab kahaan jaaye hum...

Mehfil se teri chale aaye hum, ab kahaan jaaye hum...

Tera gham-ae-furkat bhi sahaa naa jaaye

Aur tera deedar bhi kar na paaye hum

Mehfil se teri chale aaye hum,ab kahaan jaye hum...

Yun khamosh bhi rahaa na jaaye

Aur kuchh keh bhi nahi paaye hum

Mehfil se teri chale aaye hum,ab kahaan jaaye hum...

Bin tere jaan bhi na jaaye

Aur ji bhi nahi paaye hum

Mehfil se teri chale aaye hum,ab kahaan jaaye hum...


Phir ek din gumshuda raahon pe chalte hue sochenge,

Mehfil se teri chale aaye hum, ab kahaan jaaye hum.

- ShiD & hp.

lyrics - incomplete work

The world is limitless, And time eternal; Every thorn on ground, Can be a spike in the crown; The grass is green, Tomorrow will be brown; Why worry my friend? Why do you frown? The time is limitless, And world eternal.

Aaj kal bas ek hi tanmanna hai,
Ke tamannao se ishq kar le;
Ishq kar le un saari adaaon se,
Jo zindagi mein rang bhar de.

The spirit is shameless, And love hormonal; Dew is nothing but, Lust in the air; Why call her a slut, And hide your affair;Dont veil emotions, When heart needs repair; The love is shameless, And sprit hormonal.

(second hindi para- yet to write)

Imaan ki ek hi jhalak kaafi hai khuda ko zaheer hone ke liye

Zameer bech ke jo dil khareede usse khuda nahi kehte,
Ada ki jo ishq ko ibaadat usse haar nahi kehte.
Imaan ki ek hi jhalak kaafi hai khuda ko zaheer hone ke liye,
Jo saalon tak ibaadat maange usse ada nahi karte.

Sunday, November 25, 2012

Aashiq to wahi hain, itwar koi aur

Jagehen to wahi hain, idwar koi aur
Nazmein to wahi hain, ilfaz koi aur
Na lagaaye hum pe ilnzaam badal jaane ka,
Aashiq to wahi hain 'besabr', itwar koi aur. 

-hp. (with language help from my friend Shabbar)

(idawr -- dor ka plural)
(itwar--- tor ka plural (rareqa))

Thursday, October 18, 2012

An Ode to Ghalib

Raah alag hi sahi, dil se to wahi aah nikalti hai,

Baaz dafa qalm se humari, Ghalib ki sihayi nikalti hai.

Intezaar kar lete Ghalib, toh yeh jaan jaate - ae Besabr,

Waqt ki zindagi mein, kitni zindagiyaan dohraati hai.

(c) hp.

Saturday, August 11, 2012

naam aur chehre

Waqt se kayee naamon ko chehre milte hai,
Kayee chehre wapas naam me tabdeel ho jaate hai.

Sirf usi ka chehra hai zehen mein kaayam - Besabr,
Jis ka naam zubaan se hum mitaate rehte hai.


Saturday, June 23, 2012

مسکرانا ہے

tum jitna bhi gham kar lo, ek din muskurana hai,
Wajeh se nahi toh be-wajahi pe muskurana hai.

Ek din aadat ho jaayegi tanhaayee ki Besabr,
Uss waqt sirf mehfil ke khiyaal pe muskurana hai.

-besabr(hp). بےصبر 

Musings: Artist Vs Scientist

To have a different motive for thinking than to simply rationalize is a new revelation that I have achieved today. Although I believe I have always had a hint of it whenever I pursue poetry or other forms of art, today was the day when I could articulate and fathom the first statement I just made. To instigate someone into thinking and to not convince them is a worthy motive behind writing a philosophical piece. However I still have my reservations to which I return elastically but my flexibility has increased.

It all started with Mirant suggesting that fear is the driving force behind everything we do and I was nodding diagonally till it was reserved as a root for all the actions. However, when he suggested that fear is a driving force behind evolution, survival, as well as basic instincts, I could not accept it. After all, how could you possibly justify Darwin's natural selection of a favourable trait in a species using fear. Or how could you reason out a newly born animal's instincts which are genetically embedded in that individual using fear  - which is an emotion arising from processing thoughts and realizing the potentially ill consequences of doing something.

I do not agree to the idea that fear is such a vastly pervading reason for progress and functioning of all the life forms. We had a lot of arguments and I was open to believing that there could be something more fundamental which leads to instincts, survival, fear and connects them. But again calling that fundamental quantity 'fear' was not acceptable to me on the grounds that it leads to ambiguity and miscommunication.

Going back and forth a hundred times on the same route of words, meanings and arguments, I realized that what Mirant was trying to put forward was an idea that fear 'could' be a reason for everything and if I give it a second thought, I could perhaps try to imagine everything as a consequence of 'fear' (which does not hold the same meaning as in the conventional sense). His motive to make such a statement was to instigate thoughts on the matter and not to make me cave into believing that fear is indeed the reason for everything. So he justified the ambiguity of his language by clarifying that his motive was to provoke thinking and broaden perspective.

I still consider the statement 'Fear is the route for everything' debatable. But thank god, we had some agreement at the end about different motives of thinking and expressing.

Friday, June 22, 2012

Kuch Nayee Nazmen

Zehen mein aksar khayaal tairtey rehte hain,
Gehraayee mein kahin labz doobey rehte hain,
Jazbaati toofan ki zaroorat hai Besabr,
Tabhi kambakhat yeh nazm mein dhalte hain.


Chhupaaein pardeh se agar hum khud ko
Chaahe dum ghute sambhaaley hum khud ko
Phir bhi Besabr nazren hazaaron ghoorti hain
Tasavvur mein jee ke bachaaley ab khud ko

Thursday, June 21, 2012

Jhanjhari (Zanzri) Waterfall Trip Travelogue

Target: A pleasant road trip on bike with meager hopes of seeing waterfall so early in monsoon. Somebody once rightly uttered these words so that I can quote them here 'it is the journey that matters, not the destination', bless the wise man who spared me from the contemplation leading to such a profound thought.

Companion Biker: Mirant Tiwari , renamed Mr. Mythology. Very protective of his six month old Yamaha but not so much that he can refrain from narrating the creation of universe and philosophies of Hinduism while driving on the country roads. Also, he has given me a deep insight into being a Brahmin and having to please Shiva. 'Dear Brahmin readers, do please Shiva-Shankara since he is the only one who has the right to kill a Brahmin. If anyone else touches you, it is against the constitution of Hinduism - please raise your concerns in a temple nearest to you.' (@Mirant, yaar... no offence intended. It was sincerely enlightening but you know my readers like me as a stand up comedian - or so I think right now.)

Route: Okay, some serious talk here and no jokergiri. This was my second time on the same route and it was painful to recall memory by memory and re-chart the map last night. Result: this blog entry.

Just giving the landmarks on the way, you can connect the dots via google maps if interested. Otherwise you will find too many down-to-earth village folk anytime of the day to guide you.

Ahmedabad - Subhash Bridge - Airport Circle - Noblenagar - S.P. Ring Road - Dehegam - Dehegam to Baayad Road - Go Untill Dabha Village - Go to Jhanjhari via Dabha. (Total about 80 km, Roads are smooth, well shaded and you will be driving through farms once you cross S.P. Ring Road )

My return route is a little different:

Jhanjhari - Nirmali Chokdi - Vyasji na Muvada - Utkanteshwar - Dehegam - Ahmedabad. ( You could visit Kedareshwar between Vyasji na Muvada and Utkanteshwar if you like. )

Experience: If you had asked me about 5 hours ago, then I would have hardly spoken anything and given you an extremely uninteresting facial gesture. We came back on bike in partial cloudy but hot! noon so I was very drained by the time I reached home. But let me rewind to the time when we were trekking on the river bed rocks under clouds and in cool wind... it was bliss! To sit with legs dipped in cold water and touching the algae on the bottom of water with legs to release trapped gas bubbles... To see red wattled lapwings create a ruckus just because we were 10 feet away from its nest with one chick roaming around the tall grass walls... To get up and start walking again when the sun shines... To wonder if those are tadpoles or small fishes and sometimes pretend to read a book in an idyllic place like that... To have company of a crazy lunatic writer who can weave a cliche silly romantic movie script on the spot with you and who dreams of dinosaurs and imagines crocodiles in a river dry like a desert with too many oases...

The road trip was like cutting your way through a smooth vanilla chocolate cake sitting in the comfort of your home. (Okay, I can confess here that I have been dying to find this cake of my dreams in Ahmedabad). You can expect to witness closely a small part of farmers' life while you drive through these country roads with ample of 'stop here' and 'stop there' moments. I had a nice brief chat with a farmer plucking mangoes who was nice enough to gift me a sweet desi mango :).

Caution: Take enough water or keep buying water on the way because you will need lots of it to survive the sun till the end of the day.

Wildlife: If you are an amateur birdwatcher like me, you will find a lot of variety of birds. I saw a number of Indian Rollers, Little Green Bee Eater, Black Ibis, Open billed stork, Woolly necked stork, little egret, pond heron, purple heron, white breasted kingfisher, A bigger variety of bee eater, a swallow, a raptor like a harrier (also collectively named as 'take your binocular next time' :) ).

We also saw an Indian Monitor Lizard and the Yamaha almost became the Yamaraja for a number of squirrels that were venturing on the streets without any zebra crossings.

Some more photos:

Where do I go from here? Oh shoot... I should have thought my way out first.. :P (Mirant, don't take revenge please...)

Not nomads/gypsies... just tribals who transfer goods from one village  to another using their camels and donkeys.

Friday, March 30, 2012

An Enriching Trip to Rural Maharashtra

On my friend Nalini's request I took up an opportunity to inspire municipal school teachers from the Nagar district in Maharashtra(to which her village Siddhatek belongs). We did preparations with all our might and time for two days after I returned to Pune from my home trip. The most tiresome task was to translate all the jargons in Modern Pedagogy into Hindi.

Anxious and partly unsure about how the teachers would perceive our presentation, we started off for Siddhatek on Wednesday 28th March morning from Pune. Once we reached Siddhatek, we took a short break and reached the town of Rashin at about 11.30 am.

The 'sabha kaksh' of a govt school was filled with about a 100 teachers and more were pouring in. By my request, the coordinator split them into two groups after welcoming me and Nalini with the traditional 'shrifal'.

The concept of the workshop was to inspire teachers to become proactive educators and to begin implementing the best educational practices known today. To give some knowledge to them, I wanted them to want it first. Hence the first part of workshop was to make them realize the redundancy of current teaching practices and the need of a modern pedagogy.

I split them into five groups of about 12-14 each within which they were supposed to ideate and discuss. To begin with we made them go through an ice-breaking activity wherein we made them shed all inhibitions by acting stupid. And then they were to ponder, discuss and put forth their ideas on the concept of education, issues in present educational practices and dream of an ideal village school in 2020. After which I gave a small lecture on Modern Pedagogy and the practices which are an important part of it. (Five Investments, Differentiated Instructions, Curriculum Designing).

With no electricity, the projector and powerpoint presentation we carried was rendered useless. Yet the workshop with the first group went very well and I could see a good set of people who were inspired to improve their practices. The workshop with second group was a disappointment in terms of cooperation from the teachers hence nothing from that one deserves a mention here. It was only one notch higher than being an embarrassment and a good test of my tolerance. Erasing this memory I will proceed with the blog...

On the second day I went to see a local municipal school near Siddhatek. Observed the proceedings of the school for first hour and then it was tickling me from inside to have some fun with the kids. So began the brief session with kids in which I made them sing two songs, have some fun and learn a couple of Hindi words. The kids thoroughly enjoyed the session and were singing the Hindi song even as I left the school after some half hour. I even talked to them about where I come from and they were laughing out loud when I spoke in Gujarati for a minute to stress on importance of Hindi. They will remember me for a very long time and more importantly the six new hindi words they learned.

Nalini's family hosted me for two days at their home in Siddhatek. The hospitality was overwhelming and the simple food was so delicious that I didn't mind being overfed by her elder brother. I enjoyed driving bike on the rural roads winding through beautiful landscape of the region while traveling from Siddhatek to Rashin and back. Sparrows from around her house still hop in my memory. I feel like I traded my knowledge and skills in education for an authentic rustic experience. The insights I got into rural life, rural schools, issues faced by villagers have surely widened my perspective. All in all, this trip was very refreshing and enriching. Thanks to Nalini and her very cute family.

Click on the pictures for a bigger view.

A teacher sportily doing 'Ting Ding Ling Ting Ding' dance for the camera... Shedding all inhibitions, opening up to new ideas...

Making Hen sounds and Flapping Wings... :D My brilliant idea of an icebreaker was very effective.
'Listening'(not simply hearing) to someone is the first step to make them listen to you...

Discussing the issues in education...

The chap writing in the centre, Subodh, was quite inspired. He approached me after the workshop to take some suggestions on curriculum designing...

Girls playing at the town school where workshop was held...

Later they shyly peep from the door and ask 'did you click photo?' 'kharach?(really?)'... i said 'ho' :)

The small school of a small village with total strength of 30 children... grades 1 to 4
All 4 grades sit in the same classroom as out of two teachers one was at the teachers training. Each grade turn by turn gets up and recites poems in their syllabus - english and marathi.
One of the best policies of public education in India... Mid-day meal for children, increases attendance and decreases malnutrition.

Each school has only two teachers. Teachers have to clean, do gardening, plumbing, repairs, clerical tasks, go for election/census duties and ya, if they get some time then teach. So teachers assign tasks to students. On a second thought this is a good education for village kids as developing these skills for them is as important as learning other subjects.

In the break time, this little princess picked up her book, sat in a corner and started doing exercises...These children become excellent self-learners due to the weak teaching they receive in schools.

And there my session begins.. :D :D ...

They had to sing these words 'Jimma Gapori (2) Jimma' the way I did... And here I chose to cry while singing.
Crying or laughing?!

Jimma Gapori!!!

while jumping...

i was so pleased and satisfied and happy from within...

Wednesday, February 08, 2012

A small bird that fluttered over my head,
Now lies in a grave - peaceful and at peace.

A flower that grew only on the peaks,
Now swings with my garland.

A joy that lay in pursuit,
Now fades in satisfaction's company.

(c) hp.