All I wished always to fly

 It took me a bit long  this time to jot any poem due to some unavoidable circumstances I confronted in recent past. Here is my simple effort.

 All that I wished, always to fly .
To the end of the gargantuan sky.
Little ups and steep downs.
Weren't we just the nature's pawns.
Will transcend all a day , I muttered
Cares who when you were there.
Wiped off water un bothered of gly.
Were any request couldn't comply.
Though I was a bit shy.
All that I wished, always to fly .
To the end of the gargantuan sky.

Things change and  do we thus.
Everything don't turn litmus.
Walked we in unison at every plight
Struggled together in all might.
Left me beleaguered when occupy.
Can't shattered one, only cry?
Were you there to believe me.
None the situation could I stymie.
Why you opted sidling me bye.
All that I wished, always to fly .
To the end of the gargantuan sky.

Whatever, didn't you hitherto recognize me.
Wasn't I there in your every 'we'.
Nevertheless, once you decided sauntering alone
Don't wonder to crumble this forgotten moron.
As long as you are out there fine.
Will persist you mentioning my ex-valentine.
I too, would overcome all if sly.
All that I wished, always to fly
To the end of the gargantuan sky.

By : Sumit

Alma material

I am feeling very lonely and ostracized today . So was I yesterday and the day before , thus today does not differ them . Blame me for not being gregarious or for my arrogance , but I am used to all these. I miss my pasts today with no dithering the fact that the past is always better than the present for most of us (exceptions persist).

Gone are the friends and my alma, I turned more corporate and experienced (could never figure out what sort of) . Standing at this platform  and waiting for the train to arrive . I see a man who sketches okay and manage to get the attraction by his arts if not much money in this insipid, damp climate. People appreciated his talent at least to the extent they are not required to pay for. On my way to the station , I saw another talent - a man who was singing on a pulpit and was able to garner some good ovations.  I am sometimes fascinated with the talents mushroomed in filthy streets , platforms, bars and such many-wheres. Though not able to recollect the definite reason but I have some inadvertent jealousy in myself - it may be because I could not be anointed by any such talent or  because I am believer of thoughts that the classified talents are particulars to jazz only and mustn't be among such below mediocre mass .

The train  arrived and I occupy B2,36. I am lonely as usual I say myself , but I am proved wrong this time. In this ocean of mob, one can't be alone for long even if one wants , and I don't want. My turn to be aghast by another talents - couple of chocked with confident fellow passengers with cement firm beliefs of each being jack of all trades.  i am the silent spectator willy-nilly - partially because I don't have any talent and partially because I like their adamant discussions somewhere.

Having met such talents like painters, photographers, singers and leaders - I am worried why I could not get any of these talents. Where are they produced & where I missed to get them? After maturer reflections, I am ushered to my past (lonely pasts), I am reminiscent to my alma. In our alma, we usually have some self proclaimed singers, painters, dancers and photographers . don't we ? Nailed!- So, I guess these inchoate talents do ripe later on. 
But, what happened to me? Why could not I be any? And , the talents I saw today were hardly from any alma. Had they any, they were improvised to at least to the extent they get 100s of 'likes' in their Facebooks. They were not seeking for the appreciations , ovations and some meager amounts in the places they do it today. They were not 'disturbing' others to get that fame (some like me feel so certainly afterwards). I forget my loneliness and ruminate. Is this the alma they are deprived of , which is restricting them to get even some Facebook 'likes' . Will the alma be able to improvise those self proclaimed singers, photographers and adamant leaders (this nation has no dearth of them for sure) or will they come  in the same inchoate talents with 'just' a privilege of getting 'likes'.We have many already.  I am thinking. 

Ads with beauty or beauty with Ads ?

After an aeon, I happened to watch TV and obviously with no ifs-and-buts i am bound to watch the highly optimized advertisements in free (Per TRAI: they can show 12 mins per hour at max & they ensure that they aren't short of this optimization even by a single flop). "They" I used so far is for a conglomerate of people, so better not to chase it.  Despite all diversities in the advertisements - be it the paraphernalia , the duration, the language, the location- I am still trying to figure the objective (no, rather the object) of the advertisements. All advertisements have the one thing in common - they have mandatory a female or a girl in it. Whether or not the advertisement is related to them , but the main 'motto' is beautiful presentation and no beauty is expected without blondes I guess. I see the females in all advertisements ,in tooth paste, in hair oil, in cosmetics, in stay free, in soft drinks and I am at least partially convinced for their presence . But their ubiquity in men apparels (including undergarments) , in shaving creams,  and even in condoms make me think something.  Why they? Who is the target? And who is in fact subject of these ads?

In this nation or even globally and  within all ages, almost half of the population is male or in other way  half of the population in not male (of course with  no offense intended for T genders ). Another fact is that one gets attracted to opposite genders in any habitat. Now the two premises reach us to the confluence with the query why the ads are intended to trap only male genders (by presenting suave even in not-to-them related ads ). Seems they believe that the currency to purchase the things come mostly from men pocket so to woo them should be the priority.

But I still fail to figure out another aspect of this notion. Now a days , bottom leaders of every political parties visit to the residents in their localities (of course during elections only) and try to persuade the women first (mostly in villages by making plastics relations of sibling-hood and motherliness ) . And no one will differ to the fact that most of the times all members of the family ooze with the same political view (if they actually have any) and cast to the same party. The party wins. So, why they fail to take the advantage of women beauty in elections and trap males for this. The reason seems that if they woo any male they persuade only that male, if they do same to women- then persuade the entire members of the family- after all members are always politically amalgamated . Or, Should we say that only votes are the only thing made of for women ? At least ads say this.

Sometimes I fail to understand the subject of the ads too. In the advertisement of bed, the girl is presented more glittering than the bed. In the ad of bed sheet, the girl wrapped in the sheet only. In the ads of bra, the buxom is made more cynosure than the cloth itself. So, Who is subject and who is object ? By normal, perception it  hodgepodges that whether to buy a bed or bed-sheet (the girl is recommending) or to get the beds and bed sheet once you get the girl. The analogy persists for the bra too.

Though the electricity is gone and so are the ads in the TV. But, I am still trying to figure out that is this our inability to sell the products  by virtue of their inherent properties only, our inchoate mind to treat that fails the differentiation of subject and object or should I try to get any another sobriquet to this helplessness of ours.
What do you think ?

और मैने जीना सिख लिया है

  Though  I am  neither a professional writer, nor  willing to be. However, as this blog is true color of mine , I am placing one of my effort . I am not emphasizing you to recognize  my lackluster  poet though :) .
This poem is a sarcasm on what is going in our society. Hope you will like . If you find it yawning , please scroll forward :)

हमने 'रामपुर' में भी 'सीता' को लूटते देखा है                  
सब्जीवाले उस्तरा को, गले उतारते देखा है |
रिश्तों के हर बंधन को, हमने छुकर महसूस किया है
और आधुनिका के पल्लू थामकर मैने जीना सिख लिया है |

रक्तरंजित मनहूसियत , मन में बदले की अभिलासा
पाठशाला जानेवाले कदम, मुड़चले अब मधुशाला |
होते थे दाग जिस कमीज़ पर अपनी माटी के, लहू के हैं निशाँ
मुहताज नहीं अब कलम कागज़ का, 'क़लम' होते हैं अब सर यहाँ |
बचपन की दूध को , ' हॉर्लिक्स ' की ताक़त से यूँ उलझते  देखा है |
तट्स्त नौका को रेत की दरिया  में पलटते देखा है | 

बदल रही  वस्त्रों की परिभाषा भी, ढँक नहीं पाते थे तन कभी ग़रीबों के
बदलती अंजुमन में रहीशजादे, थक गये हैं कपड़ों से नफ़रत कर के |
'बहनजी' अब ' मैडम' बन गयीं , और' सज्जन' बन गये' साजन'
'भाई साहब' तो चल ही बसें, रह गये अब ' जानेमन' |
'सेक्सी' होठों पे मुस्कान लाती, 'डार्लिंग' का कोई जबाब नहीं
यारों का तो बाजार ही है, खरीद लो चाहे कई |
खून के रिश्तें देखा पहले भी, अब रिश्तों का ' खून' होते देखा है |
तट्स्त नौका को रेत की दरिया  में पलटते देखा है | 

रिश्तों के हर बंधन को, हमने छुकर महसूस किया है
और आधुनिका के पल्लू थामकर मैने जीना सिख लिया है |

होता भी या नहीं , कौन जाने भगवान कहीं
व्यथीत होतें हैं सभी , कि आशियाना था उसका यहीं |
ईश्वर- अल्लाह के साक्ष् में, बना रहे 'कश्मीर' अनेक
कौतूहुल इस कदर हैं जैसे,  काट रहें 'बर्थडे' का केक |
'अन्न' रहीत गले से लोग, 'अन्ना-अन्ना' हैं पुकारते
वातानुकूलकित आशियानों वाले , चिलमन से भी नहीं झाँकते |
'सुवर्णा' कल की शगाई में , 'आज' को विलखते देखा है |
तट्स्त नौका को रेत की दरिया  में पलटते देखा है | 

मंदिरों में ' कॉकटेल' गटक रहे बाबा , करते अवलोकन 'जिस्म' चलचित्र में
'आई-फोन' से बता रहे हैं, क्या है अनुयायी के तकदीर में |          
'कंडिसनर' में तसरीफ रख , भक्तों की करते मोहपाश विरक्ति
खुद क्यूँ छोड़े काम-क्रोध को, जब दे रहे यही जीवन में मस्ती |
बेहया आधुनिकता बर्बाद कर रही, पाश्चात्य की सब करें बदनामी
'मैडम पूनम' तो अपने घर की है, फिर काहे की परेसानी |
'विद्यामंदिर' में बच्चों को, ' वत्सयान' का क्लास करते देखा है |
तट्स्त नौका को रेत की दरिया  में पलटते देखा है | 


रिश्तों के हर बंधन को, हमने छुकर महसूस किया है
और आधुनिका के पल्लू थामकर, मैने जीना सिख लिया है |

द्वारा: सुमित.