Ink Stained

मैं किनारे पे खड़ा उस कश्ती को देखता हूँ, उसपे सवार उन मछुआरों को देखता हूँ, डूबते हुए सूरज की कमज़ोर किर्णो में, उस कश्ती की शांत परछाईं को देखता हूँ|  पूरा सागर शांत है, लहरें उसकी खामोश हैं, किनारे पे मेरे कदम भिगाती, ये लहरें अभी भी बेज़ुबान हैं| ये वही लहरें हैं जिनसे मैं डरता हूँ, दिन में, इनके रूप से डरता हूँ, बारिश में, इनके गुस्से से डरता हूँ, शांत महासागर, में इनके उछाल से डरता हूँ|  अभी ये खामोश हैं, पर ये खामोशी भी मुझे डराती है, पता नही क्या छुपाति ये हैं, मेरे ज़हन को हल्के से हिला जाती हैं|  कितनी ही कश्टियाँ डूबा चुकी हैं ये, कितनी ही ज़िंदगियाँ उजाड़ चुकी हैं ये, पता नही है कितनी भूख इन्हे, की अभी भी उस कश्ती पर मु फैला रही हैं ये|  कुछ तो होगी वजह, जो हैं इतनी तुनकी ये, जो भूख इनकी इतनी असीमित है, जो ताक़त इनकी इतनी अतुलनीय है|  पर उससे भी ज़्यादा है ताक़त उनकी, जो है जाते लड़ने इनसे, और है ज़्यादा हिम्मत उनकी, जो हैं जाते खेलने इनसे|  होती उनकी है जीत कभी वहाँ, तो कभी वहाँ हार भी जाते हैं वो, जिस डर ...

The poem ( http://sudhir-swarup.blogspot.in/2014/08/torn-edges.html?m=0 )unlike on what seems from the face of it, is not only about a dog, ignorant and playful, being ultimately run over by a vehichle. It's not just that. This may be called an inappropriate approach of the poet that he couldn't bring out his point and he gets lost in the story while creating it; loosing on the rhyming edge too. But an english translation is what it deserves atleast. The translation would not be traditional line-by-line explanation (which no doubt has bored us all in our years of literature) but a very brief reading of the thought behind the dog, its paper toy, and the vehichle. Our proverbial dog is you, me, or any other youngster today. He is weak in the context of the open world but has enough strength to control his life. He may not be very ready for the going traffic, but has enough spirit to cross the roads by himself. He with all the strength he has gets lost in small games life plays...

His jaw was weak, but then he had an inquisitive will, His paws were small, but they were strong enough to hold on the edges; His eyes were dirty, but they had a shimmering twinkle in them, His mother was far, but then he enjoyed playing with his toy. He jumped on the right edge and grabbed it with his small paws and his wet jaw, he went right with it, and he went left; But poor he, his paws were small, small only to hold on one edge. As he grabbed on one edge, the air blew his toy from the other one, he left first and grabbed the second, but poor he, his paws were small, small only to hold on one edge. He tried tearing it while keeping his little paws on it, he tried tearing his hard toy; But poor he, his jaw was weak, weak only to wet it not tear. As he angrily nodded with it in his mouth, he put in his full strength; But poor he, his jaw was weak, weak only to wet it not tear. As he played on, he was overlooked by many, and smiled on by few; He ...

This is My entry to ASUS and INTEL contest #incrediblezen. http://www.asus.com/campaign/zenfone/IN/        The last time I spent an eighteen grand(excluding the interest on the credit card), I wanted my phone to do everything. I bought it for a purpose that was to fill in the gap of a laptop,the gap of a camera, the gap of a music player. The phone pretty well stood on its money value and provided me on one hand with the utility of a good camera which kept my pondering photographer alive,and on the other with music player and chatting applications which didn't let me die of pondering.        But I always used to think what if my phone could give me more than any phone could,or maybe more than a laptop! How it would be to have a projector in the 5 inch slab which would make it a huge screen in much bigger units of length. With a projector in my hand, I would carry a pvr in my pocket. I could watch my favourite movies without spending he...

                      As my black Nokia shivered at it's place on receiving her message, my eyes went straight to that old dusty clock just to realize the longer arm had travelled yet another semicircle. With that realization I closed the browser and I closed that book giving upon my search as I realized over all realizations,I have an entrance to get through.What I was searching for was a book,a scripture or any such thing that described a "Superhero". The moment the word "Superhero" reaches our ears, funny dresses with capes as long as that of Cinderella's gown, and underwears of bright colors worn over tight pants come to our minds with super speed,super strength,sticky webs. But what really defines a superhero, that is the question of this blogpost. Behind that funny cape and behind that tight uncomfortable costume, lies the real definition. According to that if you ever wanted to be a superhero and always wanted to meet one, ...

            How often you lay your back on a mat on the roof, which is still warm from the day's heat; and without your phone vibrating around, glance at the moonless dark sky garnished beautifully with shining dots; some bright, some just bright enough to be visible. The mat your mother bought from the salesman at the door after heavy U.P. bargaining provides a little itching trying hard for you to get off it, but the visual plight just covers for all the itching, for all the heat.              Is this sky really that beautiful? How do I never see it anymore. I remember in the olden days, somewhere between the transition of the centuries, we used to climb up the bamboo ladder (seedhi) on the boundary-less-roof, lay there, talk, play antakshari. Yes we had a ladder and no stairs, which we used more than often because of the trademark electricity cuts from the khamba of the clumsy old Lucknow mohallas.     ...

आज इतनी धूप क्यू है, हवा के साथ,ये धूल क्यू है, मुझे तो चलना सीधे हैं, मेरे खिलाफ इसका रुख क्यू है? यू ही चलते हुए इस धूप में, बिना टोपी और शूज़ मैं, मेरे साथ या मेरे खिलाफ ये लू है, आज इतनी धूप क्यू है? यू ही चलते हुए हवाओं में, क्या नज़र आया इन बंद आंखो से, मेरी ही तरह एक मुसाफिर, पर वो इतना खुश क्यू है? कपड़े हैं पुराने से, धूल में सने हुए, पर उसके चेहरे से कुछ और ही लगता है, धूल से गंदा,पर वो हंसी क्यू है? शायद कुछ पा लिया है उसने, शायद कुछ खास हो वो, या वो लौट के आ रहा है,पाके अपनी मंज़िल को, इसीलिये शायद इतना खुश वो है! उसको देखते हुए आगे निकल गया मैं, और वो मुस्कुराते हुए, हाथ हिलाते हुए, पीछे निकल गया क्यू है? कहाँ से आया था वो, कहाँ था जाना उसको, कभी नहीं जान पौन्गा, क़ी वो इतना खुश क्यू था! पर मैं चलता रहा युही, मुझे तो चलना सीधे था, हवा के साथ,ये धूल क्यू है, आज इतनी धूप क्यू है??