tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-77434418387699205032024-03-05T15:51:05.283-08:00EssaysUnknownnoreply@blogger.comBlogger9125tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7743441838769920503.post-39290651925507722592012-10-01T09:14:00.000-07:002019-04-15T11:13:00.194-07:00The Banks of Brahmaputra<p dir="ltr">The train stopped at platform no.6 and I came to my senses only when I heard the announcement-''Kanti Bhai jahan Bhi hain enquiry counter par pahunche.'' I rose up as I heard the announcement.Who on earth was there at the counter requesting for me? I briskly climbed up the bridge and ran towards platform no.1 where suddenly I was interrupted.A strong looking man(though old)stood before me.He was in loose trousers a typical 'gamcha' wrapped in his hand ( I later came to know that it was the traditional Assamese Gamcha).The man greeted me with smile that showed his rows of red stained teeth.He bent a bit,took out the gamcha in both hands of his and handed it over to me.I moved my lips a bit but the man made me follow him.He took my suitcase in one hand and walked past the enquiry counter through the main gate.An auto was waiting for us outside.The man told the driver to move towatds Pandu.We were sitting in silence.It appeared to me that I should ask him about the whole scenario but I decided to let things go their own way.I had never been to kamrup before but I knew that it has both religious and historical importance.My mother had told me to Bring the 'prasad' of Goddess Kamakhya.So I was eager to see atleast the Hill on which this pious temple stands.<br>
It took us an hour to reach the guest house atop a hill beside brahmputra.One could see the vast reaches of brahmaputra ,flowing by this beautiful town of guwahati.We were now at ease.We took a quick bath and then fell over the bed for a short nap.</p>
Unknownnoreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7743441838769920503.post-5334107333075570322012-09-28T19:56:00.000-07:002012-10-01T09:03:24.583-07:00DEBATE TOPIC: MAN IS A BUNDLE OF EMOTIONS<span style="color: blue;">THIS TOPIC HAS BEEN CREATED FOR GUIDING SCHOOL GOING STUDENTS</span>.......<br />
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<span style="color: orange; font-size: x-large;">MAN is a Bundle of Emotion</span></div>
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<span style="color: #e69138; font-family: Helvetica Neue, Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"><i style="background-color: white;">Bundle and emotion I don’t think the two words qualify each
other best to describe man, Just two words for the most complex being on earth
! Why don’t say ocean of emotion or some other tag….if we really want to supply
one …for tags such as these limit the capabilities of man…..<o:p></o:p></i></span></div>
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<span style="color: #e69138; font-family: Helvetica Neue, Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"><i style="background-color: white;">So what are the implications of calling man ‘a bundle of emotion’? Doesn’t this statement limit man to a slave
of emotion …for emotion have been considered
a powerful force …that can motivate man for accomplishing any task .<o:p></o:p></i></span></div>
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<span style="color: #e69138; font-family: Helvetica Neue, Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"><i style="background-color: white;">Before I move ahead , let us first understand the meaning of
emotion…a better understanding of the same will help us understand that man is
not simply ….a bundle of emotion.<o:p></o:p></i></span></div>
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<span style="color: #e69138; font-family: Helvetica Neue, Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"><i style="background-color: white;">Elaine Fox describes in the book “ Emotion : An integration
of cognitive and neuroscientific
approaches “ says - Emotion is
discrete and consistent response to internal or external events
which have a particular significance for the organism<o:p></o:p></i></span></div>
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<span style="color: #e69138; font-family: Helvetica Neue, Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"><i style="background-color: white;">As per the oxford dictionary: A strong feeling deriving from
one`s circumstances, moods or relationships with others<o:p></o:p></i></span></div>
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<span style="color: #e69138; font-family: Helvetica Neue, Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"><i style="background-color: white;">Both this system highlight that emotion is a part of the S-
R system i.e. stimulus response system.<o:p></o:p></i></span></div>
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<span style="color: #e69138; font-family: Helvetica Neue, Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"><i style="background-color: white;">Emotion is considered too subjective, elusive and vague
….and to be the opposite of reason .It means that if man remains or acts…..Being
just a bundle of emotion than most of his acts can cause chaos in the society
…more of it to him only.<o:p></o:p></i></span></div>
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<span style="color: #e69138; font-family: Helvetica Neue, Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"><i style="background-color: white;">Let us take the bundle now….A group of things tied together
…yes…..That is what we call a bundle. In present context …going by the words….it means group of emotion tied or wrapped together …or
let us say existing together …Does this mean that man unbundles his bundle when
a particular emotion is shown….for…. two different emotions are rarely shown
simultaneously or at the same time.<o:p></o:p></i></span></div>
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<span style="color: #e69138; font-family: Helvetica Neue, Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"><i style="background-color: white;">If this is the case. Then how he unbundles his bundle of
emotion…?....the answer is simple<b>…….Its
cognition…..its cognition which analyses the situation ,either way,….and
unfolds an emotion from this bundle.<o:p></o:p></b></i></span></div>
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<span style="color: #e69138; font-family: Helvetica Neue, Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"><i style="background-color: white;">To support this statement I would like to cite two theories
relating to emotion….either James –Lange theory or Schechter –singer theory.<o:p></o:p></i></span></div>
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<span style="color: #e69138; font-family: Helvetica Neue, Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"><i style="background-color: white;">Both the theories argue that emotion is the ultimate outcome
of an event which leads to arousal and interpretation or reasoning followed by
emotion. We can infer that the thing we refer as emotion is actually an outcome
triggered by some stimulus and supported interpretation or reasoning.<o:p></o:p></i></span></div>
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<span style="color: #e69138; font-family: Helvetica Neue, Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"><i style="background-color: white;"><b>It would have been
correct to tag man as a bundle of emotion if all of his actions would have been
guided by it .</b>But that’s not the case in general. Emotion is good….it’s the
tastemaker …but it does not always get involve with work. sometimes man`s
action are guided by cognition and ideas…….An idea comes to his mind …..he
feels excited about it …..And longs to implement it…… so the idea comes first
and then the emotion.<o:p></o:p></i></span></div>
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<span style="color: #e69138; font-family: Helvetica Neue, Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"><i style="background-color: white;">Our fellow friends may see something somewhere….something
attractive may be! ….which may lead to an overflow of emotion……. What type of
bundle is involved here in this case? ……No Bundle!..................... it’s an
S-R relationship. There is a stimulus and then a response which leads to a
conscious experience. This conscience experience is emotion. But again we see
that there are other more important factors involved in human behavior besides
emotion.<o:p></o:p></i></span></div>
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<span style="color: #e69138; font-family: Helvetica Neue, Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"><i style="background-color: white;">We all may be familiar with the “<b>ras sidhant</b>” of
Bharatmuni , which describes the different type of emotion which arise after
reading a literary piece of art.This typical “ras sidhant” too describes an S-R
relationship first. The emergence of emotion occurs later and that too only
when we cognitively analyze and understand the stimulus being put in.<o:p></o:p></i></span></div>
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<span style="color: #e69138; font-family: Helvetica Neue, Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"><i style="background-color: white;">What happens we hear a joke…we don’t always laugh until we
understand what is being said….we laugh only when we have gathered the meaning.
If man would have been a simple creature ,a simple creature with a bundle of
emotions….just like a bundle of stick…he would have unbundled this bundle to
acknowledge every piece of work with
emotion and shed his so called emotion. But this is again …..not the case
always……because man is an ocean of cognition, he is Thomson’s plum pudding
model……..plum pudding model of cognition in which are spread negative and
positive emotions. It is the duty of his cognition to arrange this negative and
positive emotion in a manner so that they may cancel or remain…..<o:p></o:p></i></span></div>
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<span style="color: #e69138; font-family: Helvetica Neue, Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"><i style="background-color: white;">Hence to conclude……<o:p></o:p></i></span></div>
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<span style="background-color: white; color: #e69138;"><span style="font-family: Helvetica Neue, Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"><i><b>Man`s life is a system of S-R relationships where cognition prevails
……cognition inhales or exhales emotion……emotion is a stream</b>…</i></span>… </span><o:p></o:p></div>
Unknownnoreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7743441838769920503.post-1116975012088370162012-01-03T20:44:00.000-08:002012-01-03T20:44:45.500-08:00Bhagya Patal<i><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: purple;">kali khili hai baag mein</span></i><br />
<i><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: purple;">maa chunkar laa do kuch tum</span></i><br />
<i><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: purple;">dar hai mere chune bhar se </span></i><br />
<i><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: purple;">bikhar na jaye vallari /</span></i><br />
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<i><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: purple;">Bachpan me logo ne mujhko </span></i><br />
<i><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: purple;">apsagun ka naam diya</span></i><br />
<i><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: purple;">anjaane me tune bhi maa</span></i><br />
<i><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: purple;">mujhpar tha aaghat kiya / </span></i><br />
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<i><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: purple;">Chod gai tu mujhe sadak par </span></i><br />
<i><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: purple;">mai bilkul na chillaya</span></i><br />
<i><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: purple;">jaane kaun diwas tha us din </span></i><br />
<i><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: purple;">mai ro rokar muskaya / </span></i><br />
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<i><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: purple;">Hua nikkama ,mai na bhula</span></i><br />
<i><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: purple;">hue jo mujh par vajraaghat</span></i><br />
<i><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: purple;">kali bhi na mai chunne paya</span></i><br />
<i><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: purple;">mili na mujhko teri chaya /</span></i><br />
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<i><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: purple;">Chaya tujhe kaha karta tha </span></i><br />
<i><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: purple;">man he man hansta karta tha </span></i><br />
<i><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: purple;">teri yaadein geet ban gai</span></i><br />
<i><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: purple;">jinko bhagya padha karta tha /</span></i><br />
<i><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: purple;"><br />
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<i><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: purple;">chotta sa jeevan tha tera </span></i><br />
<i><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: purple;">mera jyada bada nahi</span></i><br />
<i><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: purple;">jad thi tu,mai bhi jad baitha</span></i><br />
<i><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: purple;">bhagya patal sa aada teercha..//</span></i>Unknownnoreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7743441838769920503.post-82740319049116593552011-12-27T20:55:00.000-08:002011-12-27T20:57:25.754-08:00Virah K Geet<span style="font-weight:bold;">Song 1</span><br /><br /><br /><br /><br />Mayush khade hain ..hum ghar bazaar mein<br />Dekhenge na kabhi tumko bahar mein….2<br />Gaati hai ye fiza …gati hai ye zaban..<br />Dekhenge na kabhi tumko bahaar mein….<br /><br />Paaton ki jo ye bunden ..padon se gir padi…2<br />Sukhi rahi ye daali …bagiya bahaar me…<br />Gum to nahi gaaye ..wo hi chale gaye..<br />Sukhe pade rahe hum…barsaat me khade….<br />Mayush khade hum….2<br />Aakash khula hai….hai raat ye ghani…<br />Raahi bhatak rahe hain….anjaan rah pe<br />Yaadon ka hai ye bistar….kaante bichhe pade..<br />Anjann si hai rahen …chalte nahi bane…<br />Mayush khade hain…2Unknownnoreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7743441838769920503.post-42870637887589383522011-06-04T04:24:00.001-07:002011-06-04T04:24:50.492-07:00Wah kya Chasma hai!!!<span style="font-style:italic;">Chasme ki jarurat nahi hai phir bhi pichle paanch saalon se ek chasma jeb me liye ghum raha hun.kabhi jeb k andar he rakhta hun to kabhi use dono kaanon par chada leta hun. Ab aapse kya chupaun.college me padhta tha tabhi chasme pehenne ka sauk lag gaya. Ab chasmal layen to layen kaise.Bus humne bhi wahi kiya jo zamana karta hai-jad diya bahana.Keh diya ghar mein ki aankh me pareshani hai,doctor ko dikhana padega.Aur yun humne kharid liya apna dusra chasma.Han bhai sahib! Hamara dusra chashma.Ab ye mat kahiyega ki abhi to mai dusre ko hi pehla bata raha tha (ya maine bataya hi nahi).to bandhu baat ye hai ki dusra chasma”chasma” tha aur pehla goggle tha …goggle.Pure paanch kilometer chal kar gaye the use lene…paanchvi me padhte the..badi mehnat rahi pyare;par vidambana ye rahi ki goggle to kharid liya par pehne kaise bhai….humein suit her nahin kiya muaan chasma…sorry guggle.par ye to manna he padega ki hamare dusre chasme ne hamara saath khub nibhaya.Wah kya chasma hai…kabhi dekha hai aisa chasma…saalon saal chale…wah<br /><br />To baat jab chasme ki ho ….to bus hamare chasme ki ho!....hamari to yahi khwaish hai…<br /><br />Par aaj to badi gadbad ho gai hai pyare…Ghar-Ghar me chasma hai…..bache bache ki aankh me chasma hai…aur ye chasma koi paardarshi chasma nahi hai balki ek adhbhut chasma hai…bus ise lagaiye aur aap dekh kar bhi nahi dekhenge…..achhi baat ye hai ki is chasme k saath hai bada offer….ek chasme par ek headphone free-waah bhaiya…na dekho..na suno.Hamare neta,mantri,collector aadi yahi chasma to pehnte hain.Ye khas chasma to hamare chasme ka baap hai baap……ye to aapki aankhon ka paani he nichod le …..phir kya ?...jo karna hai kariye…jahan lena hai lijiye..jise dena hai dijiye…..jai ho chasma baba ki….har har chasma mahadev</span>Unknownnoreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7743441838769920503.post-25610732697895244262011-06-04T02:23:00.000-07:002011-06-04T02:30:01.612-07:00Main aur man<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhLXf8F66G6KB_hrKKhmLikJ1OxgH4PLANThQp5b_CkHFulWEi1PSGGZjB_neHTiMUxGBtMTp9z4p0eBJ7zk3mCTCJagyAPFyDltf5cLYZWTGz1kZ8D0BUSTEFrhftQ0fZvH7jEQftzE90E/s1600/depressed_man%255B1%255D.jpg"><img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 318px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhLXf8F66G6KB_hrKKhmLikJ1OxgH4PLANThQp5b_CkHFulWEi1PSGGZjB_neHTiMUxGBtMTp9z4p0eBJ7zk3mCTCJagyAPFyDltf5cLYZWTGz1kZ8D0BUSTEFrhftQ0fZvH7jEQftzE90E/s320/depressed_man%255B1%255D.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5614294341345607826" /></a><br /><span style="font-weight:bold;">“Main” aur Man</span><br /><br /><span style="font-style:italic;">He prabhu mujhe yeh war de do,<br />Mere man ko vismrit karke ;<br />Isme thoda sa ras bhar do|<br /><br />Mera mai mujhse ruth gaya<br />Wah pyala ab hai toot gaya;<br />Sab chhuta,sab kuch hai toota<br />Mano kapas ka phal foota|<br /><br />Rui jyon halki hoti hai<br />Mera man bhi tyon ho jaye;<br />Iske andar k mail sabhi<br />Mitti me milkar kho jaayen|<br /><br />Man dena hai to aisa do<br />Jo ho him k aalay jaisa;<br />Jisme ho mansarovar bhi <br />Aur ganga ki sheetalta bhi|<br /><br />Mera mai mujhse rutha hai<br />Shayad wah kad me chhota hai;<br />‘Main’ jiska jitna bada hua<br />Wah utna upar khada hua|<br />Kehta hun isko sun lena<br />Man k main me bas mat rehna<br />Man ka main jab mit jayega<br />Ek naya savera aayega….<br />Sheetal jal ki kucch bundon se;<br />Hi jalprapat ban jayega………<br /><br />Man ki koi seema nahi…….aur hamara ‘main’ to kabhi hamara peecha hi na chodega. 24 saal umar ho gai par aaj bhi us cheej ki talaash hai jise ekagrata kehte hain…………..likhte rehte hain….maangte rehte hain…kya jaane kis bhes me narayan mil jayen!!!! <br /></span>Unknownnoreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7743441838769920503.post-44815905571952063652011-06-04T01:55:00.000-07:002011-06-04T02:04:16.928-07:00Suraj Kyon Maun Rahe(Poem)<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhHCjeExjiLHDDGGBRbrX_gFEVEdm-gcpXaXRnURt1bl0eELRVG__3JwnPqxghhh59YqpsQtoJEwXSC5mFrUL2weZ4Puo8QI1Y5i8Bl5Cqvj-7tNY0xyiFohuAi15aakOO2IQ6jd-Kzn954/s1600/ws_Sun_Rays_1280x1024.jpg"><img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 200px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhHCjeExjiLHDDGGBRbrX_gFEVEdm-gcpXaXRnURt1bl0eELRVG__3JwnPqxghhh59YqpsQtoJEwXSC5mFrUL2weZ4Puo8QI1Y5i8Bl5Cqvj-7tNY0xyiFohuAi15aakOO2IQ6jd-Kzn954/s320/ws_Sun_Rays_1280x1024.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5614287809119220674" /></a><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjfaJ3CpkxxqWg8rVWjH3vO95hyNTHl10FUH5tat6Mp-zHhjG-suG19IjvfEoUwGmDgoFuTk7u84wqSmSZS3d87vmrz3BR6Jf4KV0IK3bLC267BKeHxgzuErSEaaLvViA6wHSfCFaVmw7U2/s1600/drought_scenery-12424.jpg"><img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 214px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjfaJ3CpkxxqWg8rVWjH3vO95hyNTHl10FUH5tat6Mp-zHhjG-suG19IjvfEoUwGmDgoFuTk7u84wqSmSZS3d87vmrz3BR6Jf4KV0IK3bLC267BKeHxgzuErSEaaLvViA6wHSfCFaVmw7U2/s320/drought_scenery-12424.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5614286434572099602" /></a><br />Suraj Kyon Maun Rahe<br /><br /><span style="font-style:italic;">Patton ki bundon ko<br />Dharti par gir jaane do,<br />Badlon ka seena chir<br />Suraj ko aane do|<br /><br />Dharti abhi narma hai<br />Bhiga uska charm hai,<br />Chamdi k daag ko<br />Mitti me mil jaane do-<br />Suraj ko aane do|<br /><br />Patton me hariyali hai<br />Kintu dhara kaali hai,<br />Kirno ka swarna rup <br />Dharti me tarne do,<br />Kirno ko jharne do|<br /><br />Aaj dhara sukh gai<br />Daal hari tut gai,<br />Paani ki bund gai,<br />Dharti hai phoot gai|<br /><br />Suraj ki swarna lehar<br />Aag si pratit howe,<br />Dharti ka cheer haran! !<br />Suraj kyon maun rahe?<br /><br /><br />Haath jo mein kaatun tera ,haath mera bhi kate;<br />Mai dilaun ashru tujhko,ashru mujhko bhi mile|<br /> By Rakesh Tripathi<br /><br />Glossary:<br />Dharti ka cheer haran –deforestation<br />About the poem:<br />The poem reflects the ongoing deforestation process and its effect on the temperature rise on earth which results in drought conditions. The poem visualizes that the sun is reacting to our deeds which have uncovered the holy mother i.e. Earth.It reflects the conditions before and after deforestation.<br /><br /><br /></span>Unknownnoreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7743441838769920503.post-7374996511379151962011-05-30T19:53:00.000-07:002011-05-30T19:59:51.135-07:00Jantuon ki aas(poem)<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEi8NZLqOk-yoN0Dvke5EXv6vkDufC0Ih4uGp5w7ft9FHc4OnH1XuMr0EpXUTJ0B-GtyDXPiUBlrHDnVPAv1kmP4Bx_jxbXnJBgBJmIjGHqCKzAllscY45r9EYZZi5vYxeUnow5PjuJdtkdr/s1600/Coquille+Point+Oregon+Islands+National+Wildlife+Refuge+Oregon.jpg"><img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEi8NZLqOk-yoN0Dvke5EXv6vkDufC0Ih4uGp5w7ft9FHc4OnH1XuMr0EpXUTJ0B-GtyDXPiUBlrHDnVPAv1kmP4Bx_jxbXnJBgBJmIjGHqCKzAllscY45r9EYZZi5vYxeUnow5PjuJdtkdr/s320/Coquille+Point+Oregon+Islands+National+Wildlife+Refuge+Oregon.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5612709404847886146" /></a><br /><span style="font-weight:bold;">Jantuon ki Aas</span><br /><br /><span style="font-style:italic;">Ghane janglon me basi hai ye chaya ,<br />Hai chaya ye kiski nahi jaan paya!<br /><br />Na hai ye purani,kahani nai hai;<br />The vichran we karte,bemani nahi hai.<br /><br />yahan ghumte the,wahan ghumte the;<br />the jhurmut idhar bhi,wahan bhi the jhurmut;<br />the vachal we,han,nahin jante the;<br />kahan hai manuj aur kahan hai nishana.<br /><br />Han,maine tha dekha yahin ek tota;<br />Isi ped ki dal par tha jo sota.<br />Yahin thi wo maina,yahin ki thi raina;<br />Jahan aaj raton me paye tu chaina.<br /><br />Inhi pathron k the kone me baithe,<br />Kahin sher gidar,kahin mor titar;<br />Suna tha han maine rudan un sabhi ka,<br />Nahin thour tha na thikana kisi ka.<br /><br />Pashu pakshiyon ka,mela yahan tha;<br />Jo duba kahan hai,nahin jante hain,<br />Gaye wan wo sundar,gai sampda bhi-<br />Jahan dekhte hain ,rudan hi rudan hai.<br /><br /><br />Jo chaya thi dekhi,manuj ki thi chaya;<br />Manuj ne kiya tha ,wano ka safaya,<br />Gaye wan to sang sang gaye uske wasi,<br />Kisi ne na puccha ,kahan tumhri kashi.<br />*********--------------***********<br />Aaj jungle jad huye,aur jad huye wasi sabhi,<br />Hai bachi bas chavi unki,hai katha baki abhi;<br />Jaan lo pehchan lo tum hamari aas ko,<br />Van rahe ya na rahe,samjho vanon ki pyas ko-“in jantuon ki aas ko”………..<br /> By Rakesh Tripathi<br /></span>Unknownnoreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7743441838769920503.post-68986415953034291312010-11-18T02:03:00.000-08:002010-11-18T02:57:29.048-08:00The CryIt was November.The year as I remember was 1990.You can guess that I was not quite old at that time(I am just 22 presently).My mother was behaving quite differently that day.I was very introvert at that time and hence everything used to appear different to me.In the evening, when the great wizard came up with his dark blanket my own darkness went away.I realized that though my mother was holding me tight enough in her arms I was going to fall sooner or later.''I didn't know anything....am I going to fall?''..My mother was very close to me yet I was terrified.I tried to express myself but the words were not there.I was a baby! A terrified baby !'and babies don't speak words-do they ?'So I did the only thing I was good at...I cried.<br />My mother now took me a little closer and gave me a hug.She said something but to me the words were unclear, unheard .That day I produced a big cry, a cry that could bring life even in the dead. Time has passed but the thing that matters is - the cry is on .I am not sure whether people understand my cries or not.Sometimes my cries become a shout.These cries are sometimes mingled up with aggression. earlier, the cry showed my needs, it was an indication for my mother that I needed something or I was feeling pain. But the painful fact is things have changed up to great extent.<br />I am not the only one who bears this type of cry.For instance, the first cry as i mentioned earlier is a natural phenomenon.It is present in living things by birth.Everyone knows how to cry...we all know this fact.But many a times I am bound to think about a grown up's behavior or you can say- a teenager.I tried to mention an incident involving a mother and a child..why ? Don't you think that over the period of time the two positions have been interchanged to some extent.I am not trying to involve each and everyone among us in the arena but given a deep thought , you will come to know that the situation really exists.Our cry which once used to bring us closer now creates a barrage.I assume here that you are getting the difference between the two types of cry.<br />The barrage that I mentioned above is existing only because our words are becoming a cry, a shout. a shout to show that whatever is being done is right.<br />Both forms of cry which I am trying to mention are actually a form of language.Language is a tool of expression.A babies cry is basically associated with his needs and pain. A grown up may have the same ingredients but when his words take the shape of a shout he actually shows his frustration.We have become masters of language but still our language -the words we use, the body language we use- sometimes express hatred only.<br />The poor cries for food. His cry is a cry of need,a cry of pain,a cry to converse that i am hungry-please help me.But we don't belong to that category.Our parents have given us everything.We have been provided with the best of knowledge.Our teachers have always helped us.Despite of all this ,their love for us remains unclear , unheard to us.The only thing we produce-a cry....sometimes with words ...sometimes with.....Unknownnoreply@blogger.com0