Sunday, January 29, 2012

-Death was Never an option But success was-



Death was never an option for him but success was,yes he was charming a dude
He also have dreams and a abillity to make out something better for the rude future,
He devoted everything for a bright a carrier,he was 7 when he leaved home and found his new home in the hostel “Tauheed Academy” located in kishanganj,bihar.just only for having quality type studies I remebered him when he was in class 5th and I was in 2nd,as though my experience’s of living with the seniors Was somehow altered that time so beacause he was senior.
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But like all seniors he doesn’t bully us or specially me b’coz I was the most emotional boy of that hostel,yes I am talking about ezaz alam or ezaz bhai.
Jee haan main baat kar raha hun ejaz bhai ya fir cadet ejaz alam ka jo aaj hamare bich nahin hai ya na hokar bhi hai.mujhe yaad hai who din jab unki maa unhein hostel mein chhorkar jaati thi to itna roti  ki who apne bete ko chhorkar jaa nahin paati, magar haalaat se samjhauta karke jaana to padta hi tha,magar aaj yeh kaise haalaat hain ki jinse samjhauta karna kaafi mushkil hai ya fir naamumkin hai.
Jee haan main baat kar raha hun uss ejaz alam ki jo sapnon ko pura karne ke liye kisi bhi had tak jaa sakta tha aur shayad gaya bhi tha.kamyabi ke itne najdik aakar use kya mila ek aisi maut jo shayad kisi ko naa mile,

Who’s photo is given above was a boy just like us, charming, happy & satisfied he never complained to god for his present condition.after doing 12th from delhi he joined the liverpool academy for the training of merchant navy.His father is a farmer and had hardly managed to pay his fee’s,after 1 year training his placement was successfull in starmarine pvt ltd. then He return back to katihar his hometown for some passport assistance from the passport office,because his passport was not ready.




Par unhein kya pata tha ki agar who iss baar aayega to phir kabhi wapas nahin jaa paayega,ab tak toh who apni safalta ko door khade jhaanka karte the par jab paas aakar use haasil karne ka mauka mila to phir achanak ye kya,apne gaon se thodi door main road pakadte waqt ek Tractor ne use uske bike ke saath kuchal diya aur saath mein kuchal diye kai saare sapne jo atut the.woh turning pont the jiske wajah se yeh accident hua jaisa ki log kehte hain main bhi kehta hun ki who ek turning point tha shayad unki jindagi ka sabse bada turning point.




Log kehte hain ki upar waale ko yahi manjur tha magar main kehta hun ki agar upar waale ko yahi manjur kyon tha phir itna drama kyon,kyon dikhaye use aise sapne jo waqt be waqt chhin hi lena tha,aur phir uss maa ka kya jo dur apne gaon mein baithi ye sochti thi ki uska beta use ek din apne jahaj par bithakar saari duniya ki sair karayega.
Aur kya hoga us baap ka jise dard toh hai par ro nahin paa raha,jiske baajuon mein taaqat to hai par apne bete ka arthi nahin uttha paa raha.aisi kya majboori hai unki ya fir aisa kya hai iss duniya mein ya fir upar waale ko yahi manjoor kyon tha kuch aur kyon nahin.

Sawaal bahut saare hain magar jawaab utne hi kam.unhone kamyabi sochi thi maut to nahin par unke sochne se kya hoga hota toh wohi hai jo manjoor-e-khuda hota hai.

Thursday, January 5, 2012

-I Said Stop & She Smiled-



I said stop and she smiled to me,

without giving any reply she moved 

ahead.

and suddenly vanished in the dense 

fog.


yes i am talking to 2011,the last 

moment i talked to her and tried to 

take some more of her time but she

was in so hurry.


really i never talked to so seriously.




I was hiding under my quill pressing the pillow under my head


Then suddenly I remembered oh! Today is the last day of this year.


Ya its 11:13 PM only 47 minutes left to this year.

Kamaal hai aisa kaise ho sakta hai,ye toh kuch dinon pehle ki baat hai jab  2010 ki  akhri


raat ko main  kuch likh raha tha,haan shayad naye saal par hi kuch.


Aur who diary bhi hai mere paas yes I got it.


Here it is lying behind my chemistry book,


it’s totally bull-shit how can I be so lazy I


haven’t completed my previous years


welcome note.


And the new year  came again.


How can time be so fast?

Yes it can be ! why not ?


I am lazy and I know time and tide wait for none.




                                                            
our teacher taught us “be not afraid of growing slowly,just afraid of standing still”


Boom! The first cracker blast and the new year arrived, the boys living on 4th floor


upstairs my room started their new year party with a full DJ blast.




Log khush ho jaate hain jab naya saal aata hai ,magar main ! hamesha ki tarah confused


thoda udas aur thoda gamgin ya responsible.afterall 2011 passed away but marked some


page’s for itself in the book of History.


Saal ke ant hone tak kaafi saare badlao aa gaye “revolution in egypt,syria as well as India”


anna jee ka muhim aur india ka census kaabil-e-taarif tha.


Main chahkar bhi khush nahin ho pata,mujhe pata nahin kyon,aur yeh koi bimari nahin 


yeh bas ho jaata hai.







log party karte hain,mauj karte hain,shayad isliye ki who meri tarah bewakuf nahin ya fir 


woh apna keemti waqt sirf yeh sochne mein nahin  bitana chahte hain ki hum kitne dheemi


raftaar se chal rahe hain muqable waqt ke.

No they aren’t stupid,they chill and have fun and let the tention go far-far away from


them.


Tention? Offf! Yeh tention! Jab bhi jaata hai toh kamaal ki khusie deta hai,

Aur kuch log toh itna chill kar rahe hain ki shayad woh aaj 2012 ki subah dekh hi na


paayein.


Haan main un logon ki baat kar raha hun jo gandhi maidan chaurahe par,foot-path’s par


thodi aag jalaakar iss ummid par lete hain ki kisi tarah unhein neend  aa jaye,taaki kal


subah who jaagkar  iss tthand se bachne ke liye kuch bandobast kar paayein.

Kya yeh naye saal ki raat unke liye utni khushiyon bhara hai jitna ki un logon ke liye jo


sharab aur sangit ke nashe mein dube hain.

Aur kya who log khush hain jo aaj ki raat naach-gaa rahe hain,oh haan unke activities se


toh kuch aisa hi jaahir ho raha hai.

Are yeh kya who dekho kuch log haath mein kuch samaan liye gandhi maidan ki taraf aa


rahe hain aur unke haath mein kuch hai,are ye toh jaare mein odhne waale kambal hain,


Haan yaad aaya yeh to “jaagran art of living” waale hain jo kai dinon se garibon mein


kambal baant rahe hain,



unko maidan mein ghushta dekhk woh chota sa 6 saal ka ladka bhaagte hue unke paas


pahuncha shayad who samajh gaya tha ki yeh log kambal hi baantne aaye hain,aur sabse


pehli kambal use mil gayi.




Uske baad dusri ek budhe ko aur teesri ek aurat ko aur yeh silsila chalta raha.


Kitna khush hai who uss kambal ko paakar,utna hi jitna main bachpan mein chocolates


paakar hua karta tha.

Shayd Nahin uski muskan ki  drirhta aur sukun ko dekhkar meri muskan kuch fiki pad


rahi hai, bhale hi uske chehere  par maans  na ho magar uski muskuruhahat mujhe saaf-


saaf bata rahi hai ki who andar se kitna khush hai.









Aaj ki raat shayad thodi sukoon se kategi aur shayad kal ki bhi,yehi sochte hue who maile


kuchele mein lipta hua ladka khush ho raha tha.


Use nahin pata tha ki yeh naya-asaal kya hai,aur kyon fut rahe hain rang birange patakhe


kuch fulon ke guldaste jaise aur kuch aasman mein rang-birange taare bikherte hue, who


bas dur patakhon se utthti hui roshni ko dekhte hue agey ki taraf badhta hi jaa raha tha


badhta hi jaa raha tha . 


Khair jo bhi ho yeh saal to gujar gaya magar de gaya anginat tazurbe,yaadein aur thodi 


bahut 


bimariyan bhi.


Aur saath mein gujar gaye kai bade hasti jaise ki jagjit shahab,evergreen star dev anand aur


saath mein steve jobs.







Ye steve shahab bhi kamaal ke aadmi hain chale toh gaye magar apni apple chhor gaye


aur us apple kuch aur tukde jaise ki i-pod,i-phone.

Maine unse kaha ki sir apne samaan to le jaiye! Magar kamaal ki baat hai yeh ki unhon ne


bhi wohi rawaiya apnaya ek halki si muskan aur fir chal pade.

                                                                                                                                     
                                                                                  
                                                                                      -Hasan reza-