I am not a superman, but I am the child of a man
the pursuit of reason... the fight with self...
In sum, the most important fact about the Great Society under which we live is the enormous disparity between rhetoric and content.[link]
The humanitarian wishes to be a prime mover in the lives of others. He cannot admit either the divine or the natural order, by which men have the power to help themselves. The humanitarian puts himself in the place of God.
But he is confronted by two awkward facts; first, that the competent do not need his assistance; and second, that the majority of people … positively do not want to be "done good" by the humanitarian…. Of course, what the humanitarian actually proposes is that he shall do what he thinks is good for everybody. It is at this point that the humanitarian sets up the guillotine.[link]
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After all the discussions and debates about 'Obama' and 'Change', here is a new and wonderful perspective.
Posted by Sukesh Kumar Thursday, 27 November 2008 at 17:21 0 comments
Labels: Argumentum, Politics, USA
The great pleasure in life is doing what people say you cannot do.
In my view, it is even a greater pleasure doing what you should not do...
Somewhere there was mention of following lines from The Interpretation of Murder by Jed Rubenfeld:
Unhappy men are all alike. Some wound they suffered long ago, some wish denied, some blow to pride, some kindling spark of love put out by scorn—or worse, indifference—cleaves to them, or they do to it, and so they live each day within a shroud of yesterdays. The happy man does not look back. He doesn’t look ahead. He lives in the present.
But there’s the rub. The present can never deliver one thing: meaning. The ways of happiness and meaning are not the same. To find happiness, a man need only live in the present: he need only live for the moment. But if he wants meaning—the meaning of his dreams, his secrets, his life—a man must reinhabit the past, however dark, and live for the future, however uncertain. Thus, nature dangles happiness and meaning before us all, insisting only that we choose between them.
हम वहां हैं जहाँ हमको भी,
हमारी खबर नहीं आती!!
पहेले तो वो यादों में रहती थी!
अब तो भूले से याद भी नहीं आती...
By coincidence, part of lines in above has a resemblance with one of Ghalib's composition, which I had not read before composing above lines.
Producing below the composition by Ghalib.
कोई उम्मीद बार नहीं आती
कोई सूरत नज़र नहीं आती
आगे आती थी हाले दिल पर हसी
अब किसी बात पर नहीं आती
हम वहां हैं, जहाँ से हमको भी
कुच्छ हमारी खबर नहीं आती
काबा किस मुह से जाओगे 'गालिब'
शर्म तुमको मगर नहीं आती
Posted by Sukesh Kumar Monday, 10 November 2008 at 04:55 0 comments
Labels: मेरा जीवन-मेरी कविता (My Life-My Verse)
All the huhu haha...
The all-day-long sizzling excitement of fireworks in stomach, calmed with no kind of sweet...
Colors of ribbons...
All the colors blinking out of series lights...
Candles and Diyas...
The soft chanting of aarti and fake sincerity on faces...
Then gulping down the sweets as dinner...
Uneasiness from listening the sounds of fireworks of neighbors before our fireworks started...
Then, finally, Crackle of fireworks, rockets....
Competition with neighbors, whose rocket goes highest...
Breaking records longest running fireworks...
I miss all that
On a long quest, I began
with spirits high for something to gain
I crossed endless river
and went through land of timber
I went on, even deep under the ocean
until I was consigned to oblivion
but couldn’t unfold the secret
at last hung my head in regret
I lost my faith and my trust
I got tired, And laid to rest
I closed my eyes, there I found it
Posted by Sukesh Kumar Sunday, 26 October 2008 at 06:01 1 comments
Labels: मेरा जीवन-मेरी कविता (My Life-My Verse)
तूफ़ान भले ही समंदर में हो या दरिया में, लहरों के मुकाबिल तो साहिल ही को होना है.....
Posted by Sukesh Kumar Monday, 20 October 2008 at 17:21 0 comments
Labels: मेरा जीवन-मेरी कविता (My Life-My Verse)
Filled was I, with hope and joy
Riding endlessly, living on a convoy
And hope was what, kept me going on
But craved at the end, even for my own one
Learnt did I, Thou shalt not hope
Because opium of masses, is the hope
Posted by Sukesh Kumar Friday, 19 September 2008 at 13:37 0 comments
Labels: मेरा जीवन-मेरी कविता (My Life-My Verse)
जीनदगी तुझसे कोई शिकवा तो नहीं, मगर तुझे जीने की खवाहिश भी तो नहीं!!
ठीकाना तो रहगुज़र है, मंजिल की तलाश ही नहीं!!
Posted by Sukesh Kumar Thursday, 11 September 2008 at 15:14 0 comments
Labels: मेरा जीवन-मेरी कविता (My Life-My Verse)
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Mm hmm hmm hmm, eh hey, la la la
Mujhe raat din, bas mujhe chaahti ho - 2
Kaho na kaho mujhko sab kuch pataa hai
Haan, karoon kya mujhe tum bataati nahin ho
Chhupaati ho mujhse yeh tumhaari khataa hai
Aa mujhe raat din, bas mujhe chaahti ho
Meri beqaraari ko had se badhaana
Tumhe khoob aata hai baatein banaana
Nigaahein milaake yun mera chain lena
Sataake mohabbat mein yun dard dena
Mujhe dekhke aise palkein jhukaana
Sharaarat nahin hai to phir aur kya hai
Aa mujhe raat din, bas mujhe chaahti ho
Tumhe neend aayegi ab na mere bin
Mujhe hai yakeen aisa aayega ek din
Khuli teri zulfon mein soya rahoonga
Tere hi khayaalon mein khoya rahoonga
Kabhi gaur se meri aankhon mein dekho
Meri jaan tumhaara hi chehraa chhupaa hai
Aa mujhe raat din, bas mujhe chaahti ho
Kaho na kaho mujhko sab kuch pataa hai
Haan, karoon kya mujhe tum bataati nahin ho
Chhupaati ho mujhse yeh tumhaari khataa hai
Aa mujhe raat din, bas mujhe chaahti ho
किनारा बड़ी दूर था, और हम निकले भी बाजुओं के दम पे थे!! या शायद किनारा था ही नहीं बस एक लहर थी जिस पर हम सवार थे!! पर कब दिल ने तम्मानाओं की कश्ती पकड़ ली, पता ही ना चला था!!
आरजू की कश्ती में कभी सवार होना तो ना चाहा था, पर पानिओं और तम्मानाओं की रवानी को कौन रोक सका है!! हमारी बाजुओं में इतना दम ना था कि उस दिल कि दरिया को रोक सकें!!
बेखुद हम, उल्फत के दरिया में बहते रहे, जब तक होश आया तब तक यह दिल दिल्लगी कर बैठा था!! ऐसा ना था कि दिल हमसे बेवफा था, पर फिस्सलना तो इसकी फितरत में है!!
खुदी का किला तम्मानाओं की एक ही चोट से ढेर हो जायेगा, कभी सोचा ना था!! हमारे वजूद को मिटा गया वोह मंज़र जो कभी हमारा अपना ना था!!
गम तो नहीं है पर, हाँ..., उफान उठता है तम्मानाओं की लहर में जब भी, उस दरिया का सीना चलानी होता है, जो खुदी की बूंदों से बना है...!!
Transliteration:
Kinara badi door tha, aur hum nikale bhi bazoon ke dum pe they!! ya shayad kinara tha hi nahin bas ek lahar jis par hum sawar they!! Par kab dil ne tamanaaon ki kashti pakad li pata na chala tha!!
arzoo ki kashti mein kabhi sawar hona to naa chaha tha, par paanion aur tamanaaon ki ravaani ko kaun rauk saka hai!! Hamari bazoon mein itna dum naa tha ki us dil ke daria ko rok sakein!!
Bekhud hum, ulfat ke daria mein bahte rahe, jab tak hosh aaya tab tak yeh dil dillagi kar baitha tha!! Aisa naa tha ki dil humse bewafa tha, par phisalanaa to iski fitraat mein hai!!
khudi ka kila taamnaaon ki ek hi chot se dher ho jayega kabhi socha naa tha!! hamare wajood ko mita gaya woh manzar jo kabhi hamara apna naa tha!!
Gum to nahin hai par, haan..., ufaan uthta hai tamanaaon ki lahar mein jab bhi, us daria ka seena chalani hota hai, jo khudi ki boondon se bana hai...!!
Posted by Sukesh Kumar Wednesday, 28 May 2008 at 10:59 1 comments
Labels: मेरा जीवन-मेरी कविता (My Life-My Verse)
वोह राही ना था जो रास्ता भूल गया,
वोह तो मंज़र ही था जो मंजिल बन गया!!
वोह परवाना ना था जो शमा में जल गया,
वोह तो साहिल ही था जो लहर से टकरा गया!!
Transliteration:
woh parwana naa tha jo shama mein jal gaya
woh to saahil hi tha jo laher se takra gaya
woh raahi naa tha jo rasta bhool gaya
woh to manzar hi tha jo manzil ban gaya
Posted by Sukesh Kumar Sunday, 25 May 2008 at 11:17 0 comments
Labels: मेरा जीवन-मेरी कविता (My Life-My Verse)
This is the post from a land which used to be a land far away, to reach where one had to cross seven seas; so it is dedicated to the light of this land. Appreciate the sudden emergence of Paine and his common sense...
Posted by Sukesh Kumar Thursday, 24 April 2008 at 06:17 0 comments
Labels: Argumentum, Politics, USA
It’s the words, my dear, words. The words have that power which can scourge even the monstrous armies of Devil. One pile of words by a pastor could have played havoc on the political ambitions of Barack Obama, but with just one another pile of words he has made a history astounding in the sense that even the greatest of politicians and preachers would be baffled.
This Paper is ideal insight of how history is distorted to rule over ingenuous mass.
This Video could help wash the myths about Benazir Bhutto's popular image in India.
This Interview could help incarnate an image of Asif Zardari in India. Though what he says is quite unbelievable. Only the time could tell the truth.
Posted by Sukesh Kumar Tuesday, 11 March 2008 at 17:31 0 comments
Labels: India, Perspective, Politics
Someone has rightly said: Some rationales transcend rational explanations. The rationale behind a quote being quotable is a scintilla in the domain of logic. But its effect in domain of argument/dialogue (will use argument in rest of passage) is a raging fire in the jungle. It’s not that a quote, by some comprehensive detail or by an apt logic, proves something. For the ‘detail’ part, if someone wants to tell detail why would he resort to a brief quote in the first place? And by its very nature there has never been logic behind someone quoting a quote. I say ‘nature’ because quote by its nature is not a scientific theorem or an axiom, one uses a quote mere to take help of an ‘impressive and convincing’ (though illogical it maybe) external factor in our argument.
To me some of the reasons why one quotes some quote are:
By the given reasoned argument we can say that when one builds some hypothesis or logical concept, one should not take the support of a ‘quote’. But the truth is I am limited by my own weakness of limited knowledge and limited ability to conclude something logically (in questions that happen to be relatively tough for my ability). Therefore it becomes essential for me to resort to such petty ways. Anyway who cares!!
There are some I freely and usually refer to in times of emergency of loosing a war of words. These quotes come pretty handy in times of crisis with some smart chap, try these
There are some purely my own creations also:
Then there is the plagiarized one:
Reading the speech of L K Advani has changed my perception of BJP in its entirety. First of all when I read this I laughed my ass off on Advani’s boastings. But when I thought it over and with much inspection I came to realize that it contains more truth than I had imagined.
BJP maybe notorious for its emphasis and handling of Hindutava issue (rather propaganda) but this one issue aside on economic front BJP really has a great agenda. The very thing that is in favour of BJP is that the ideology of BJP is not limited by left or right politics. Their politic behaviour is very much close to realpolitik. Nothing can compare to his reflection that government has no business to do business: “Raja Bane Vyapari, Praja Bane Bhikari”. Apart from that Modi’s win was also not just because of Hindutava issue but good economic policies and governance was also one of the mammoth reasons.
When he talks about GDP he can’t be more true. The intentional over emphasis of UPA ( PM Manmohan and FM Chindabaram) on GDP and Sensex serves only the purpose of alluring Indian people for vote bank and making of an image. I am not saying GDP is bad for Indian economy but the reflection of GDP on Indian poverty is not to be seen. Even the rise of GDP is also not in anyway consequence of government policy; it is all the effect of rising awareness of Indian citizen and liberation of 1991. Well that’s not issue here, it can be discussed separately. The point being that BJP(Advani) at least recognise the problem of lack of good governance.
Congress on the other hand tries its all means to keep the family tradition of keeping the ‘crown of rule’ under its armpit. Congress leadership is not dominated by ideology or politics rather it is dominated by family values of Gandhi-Nehru legacy.
It hurts my heart a great deal when a narrow view by masses of people of their identity becomes a danger to themselves. Recent failed attempt of riots by Raj Thackeray is just a passing example in the long alley of Indian history of violence. It is not identity politics that is being played by Raj but it is separatist politics that he is trying his hands on. In a pluralist democracy like
Let us get into more details by using mantra of Atanu Dey: Cause and Symptom. The problem is not that Raj Thackeray is playing the card of separatism and state-pride. His ability to play the card is just a symptom of another underlying problem. The problem is that his followers are blind enough to be provoked by a mere statement of their leader and can go to the extent of killing their own Indian brothers. This problem is not only limited to MNS(Maharashtra Navnirman Sena), the problem lies with every political party that tries to amass their troops on the call of separatism. And cause of this blind faith is very simply their ignorance and inability to weigh good and bad by their own judgment. If not this cause the person in concern is compelled to do this because of his unemployment and abject poverty. These both causes ‘ignorance’ and ‘Poverty’ are in turn a symptom of serious problem with Indian social and economical condition. The cause and solution both to these problems is simply ‘education’.
More has been elucidated in Educating the education minister by Tavleen Singh.
Posted by Sukesh Kumar Tuesday, 19 February 2008 at 13:09 3 comments
Labels: Argumentum, India, Politics
It was the time when my senses were engaged in doing the terrible task of fabricating non-sense vagaries. While stealing defeats time and again from jaws of victory I did not realise that I had come to a lonely place full of people. These are the people who happen to be entities of same category of species that I am. But why do I don’t have a bit of ado about them is a perplexing phenomenon that haunts my cells in neural space.
These cells are engaged in a complex process of sustaining life in hostile environment bounded by complex realities and perspectives generated by the complex processes we do at every moment that passes by. The choices we make for ourselves reflect themselves at large in an apparently invisible manner upon the very dynamics of our environment which precisely had us made choices in the first place. The chaos that are underneath this blanket of equilibrium disillusion even an extra ordinary eye but the fact remains that the calm composed sea exhibits its true nature only when tide comes.
The composure of the aggressive nature of human being to be the best continues through eternity which brought me to a shore where I could see nothing but the waves that flooded my soul with blood.
The globe was round. Gautam Buddha came and went. The globe was still round. Emperor Ashoka came and went. The globe was still round. Akbar came and went. The globe was still round. Robert Clive came and went. The globe was still round. Rabindarnath Tagore came and went. The globe was still round. Mahatama Gandhi came and went. The globe was still round. Jamsetji Tata came and went. The globe was still round.
The globe was round, it is round, and it will remain round. But one thing will always change shape; that is the “perspective”. The very simple thing that makes one what he is and what he is not, is “perspective”. This so seemingly very little thing drives the evolutionary dynamics of every aspect of environment around us. The point to be noticed is that perspective itself is not a cause. It is just a symptom resulted from a cause essential for its sustenance. The cause of all the conflicts and accords in the head comes down to one thing: “curiosity”. Let Seth Godin take on from here.
Seth Godin has beautifully analysed the state of curiosity
A punjabi work by Shiv Kumar Batalwi(ਸ਼ਿਵ ਕੁਮਾਰ ਬਟਾਲਵੀ)
ਮਿਰਚਾ ਦੇ ਪੱਤਰ
ਪੁਨਿਆ ਦੇ ਚੱਨ ਨੂ ਕੋਈ ਮੱਸਿਆ
ਕੀਕਣ ਅਰਘ ਚਢਾਏ ਵੇ,
ਕਿਉ ਕੋਈ ਡਾਚੀ ਸਾਗਰ ਖਾਤਰ
ਮਾਰੂਥਲ ਛਡ ਜਾਏ ਵੇ...
ਕਰਮਾ ਦੀ ਮੇਹੰਦੀ ਦਾ ਸੱਜਣਾ
ਰੰਗ ਕਿਵੇ ਦੱਸ ਚੜੱਦਾ ਵੇ,
ਜੇ ਕਿਸਮਤ ਮਿਰਚਾ ਦੇ ਪੱਤਰ
ਪੀਠ ਤਲੀ ਤੇ ਲਾਏ ਵੇ
ਗਮ ਦਾ ਮੋਤੀਆ ਉਤਰ ਆਇਆ
ਸਿਦਕ ਮੇਰੇ ਦੀ ਨੈਣੀ ਵੇ
ਪਰੀਤ-ਨਗਰ ਦਾ ਔਖਾ ਪੈੰਡਾ
ਜਿੰਦੜੀ ਕਿੰਜ ਮੁਕਾਏ ਵੇ
ਕਿੰਕਰਾ ਦੇ ਫੁੱਲਾ ਦੀ ਅੜਿਆ
ਕੌਣ ਕਰੇੰਦਾ ਰਾਖੀ ਵੇ
ਕਦ ਕੋਈ ਮਾਲੀ ਮਲਿਆ ਉਤੇ
ਹਰੀਅਲ ਆਣ ਉਡਾਏ ਵੇ
ਪੀੜਾ ਦੇ ਧਰਕੇਨੇ ਖਾ ਖਾ
ਹੋ ਗਏ ਗੀਤ ਕਸੈਲੈ ਵੇ
ਵਿਚ ਨੜੋਏ ਬੈਠੀ ਜਿੰਦ
ਕੀਕਣ ਸੋਹਲੇ ਗਾਏ ਵੇ
ਪ੍ਰੀਤਾ ਦੇ ਗਲ ਛੁਰੀ ਫਿਰੇੰਦੀ
ਵੇਖ ਕੇ ਕਿੰਜ ਕੁਰਲਵਾ ਵੇ
ਲੈ ਚਾੰਦੀ ਦੇ ਬਿੰਗ ਕਸਾਈਆ
ਮੇਰੇ ਗਲੇ ਫਸਾਏ ਵੇ
ਤੜਪ ਤੜਪ ਕੇ ਮਰ ਗਈ ਅੜਿਆ
ਮੇਲ ਤੇਰੇ ਦਿ ਹਸਰਤ ਵੇ
ਐਸੇ ਇਸ਼ਕ ਦੇ ਜੁਲਮੀ ਰਾਜੇ
ਬਿਰਹੋ ਬਾਣ ਚਲਾਏ ਵੇ
ਚੁਗ ਚੁਗ ਰੋੜ ਗਲੀ ਤੇਰੀ ਦੇ
ਘੁਗਣੀਆ ਵੱਤ ਚਬ ਲਏ ਵੇ
ਕਠੇ ਕਰ ਕਰ ਕੇ ਮੈਂ ਤੀਲੇ
ਬੁੱਕਲ ਵਿਚ ਧੁਖਾਏ ਵੇ
ਇਕ ਚੁਲੀ ਵਿ ਪੀ ਨਾ ਸਕੀ
ਪਿਆਰ ਦੇ ਨਿਤਰੇ ਪਾਣੀ ਵੇ
ਵਿਹੰਦਿਆ ਸਾਰ ਪਏ ਵਿਚ ਪੁਰੇ
ਜਾ ਮੈਂ ਹੋੰਠ ਚੁਹਾਏ ਵੇ