शहर -गुलाल (Shahar- Gulaal)

फिल्म: गुलाल

साल: २००९

गीत: शहर

गीतकार: पियूष मिश्रा

संगीतकार: पियूष मिश्रा

ए  एक  बखत (वक़्त)  की  बात  बताएं,

एक  बखत (वक़्त) की,
जब  शहर हमारो सो गयो थो
वो  रात गजब की वो रात गजब की
हे चहुँ और सब और दिसा से लाली छाई रे
जुगनी नाचे चुनर ओढ़े, खून नहाई रे
चहुँ और सब और दिसा से लाली छाई रे
जुगनी नाचे चुनर ओढ़े, खून नहाई रे
सब ओरों गुलाल पुत गयो, सब ओरों में
हे सब ओरों गुलाल पुत गयो, बिपदा छाई रे
जिस रात गगन से खून की बारिस आई रे
जिस रात शहर में खून की बारिस आई रे
जिस रात गगन से खून की बारिस आई रे
जिस रात शहर में खून की बारिस आई रे
सराबोर हो गयो शहर और सराबोर हो गयी धरा
सराबोर हो गयो रे जत्था इंसानों का पड़ा पड़ा
सभी जगत ये पूछे था, जब इतना सब कुछ हो रह्यो थो

तोह शहर हमारा काहे भाइसा आँख मूँद के सो रह्यो थो

तो शहर ये बोल्यो नींद गजब की ऐसी आई रे

जिस रात गगन से खून की बारिस आई रे
जिस रात शहर में खून की बारिस आई रे
जिस रात शहर में खून की बारिस आई रे

सन्नाटा वीराना, ख़ामोशी अनजानी
जिंदगी लेती है, करवटें तूफानी
घिरते हैं साए घनेरे से
रूखे बालों को बिखेरे से
बढ़ते हैं अँधेरे पिशाचों से
काँपे  हैं जी उनके नाचों से
कहीं पे वो जूतों की खट खट है
कहीं पे अलावों की चट पट है
कहीं पे हैं झींगुर की आवाजें
कहीं पे वो नलके की टप टप है

कहीं पे वो खाली सी खिड़की है

कहीं वो अँधेरी सी चिमनी है
कहीं हिलते पेड़ों का जत्था है
कहीं कुछ मुंडेरों पे रखा है

सुनसान गली के नुक्कड़ पर जो कोई कुत्ता
चीख चीख कर रोता है
जब लेम्प पोस्ट की गंदली पीली घुप रौशनी
में कुछ कुछ सा होता है
जब कोई साया खुद को थोडा बचा बचा कर
गुम सायों में खोता है
जब पुल के खम्बों को गाडी का गरम उजाला
धीमे धीमे धोता है
तब शहर हमारा सोता है
तब शहर हमारा सोता है
तब शहर हमारा सोता है

जब शहर हमारा सोता है तो मालुम तुमको
हाँ क्या  क्या  क्या होता है
इधर जागती हैं लाशें
जिंदा हो मुर्दा उधर ज़िन्दगी खोता है
इधर चीखती है इक हौउआ       
खैराती उस अस्पताल में बिफरी सी
हाथ  में उनके अगले ही पल
गरम मांस का नरम लोथड़ा होता है
इधर उठी हैं तकरारें
जिस्मों के झट पट लेन देन में ऊँची  सी
उधर घाव से रिसते खूं  को दूर गुज़रती आँखें देखें रूखी सी
लेकिन उसको  लेके रंग बिरंगे महलों में गुंजाइश होती है
नशे में डूबे सेहन से खूंखार चुटकुलों की पैदाइश होती है
अधनंगे जिस्मों की देखो लिपि पुती सी लगी नुमाइश होती है
लार टपकते चेहरों को कुछ शैतानी करने की  ख्वाहिश होती है
वो पूछें हैं हैरां हो कर ऐसा सब कुछ होता है कब
वो बतलाओ तो उनको ऐसा तब तब तब तब होता है
जब शहर हमारा सोता है
जब शहर हमारा सोता है

The Neurotics Notebook by Mignon Mclaughlin

This is one interesting stuff that I have came across in past 4 years, since my introduction to Psychology... This made me realise how much I miss Psychology classes.

Mignon McLaughlin, The Neurotic's Notebook, 1960:~

~No good neurotic finds it difficult to be both opinionated and indecisive.

~The neurotic doesn't know how to cope with his emotional bills; some he keeps paying over and over, others he never pays at all.

~Others settle for small rewards; the neurotic must always go for broke.

~The neurotic is always half-drowning in anxiety, and always being half-rescued.

The Second Neurotic's Notebook, 1966:~

~There are three iron links in the neurotic's chain: unloving, unlovable, unloved.


~Naturally, the neurotic wants you to love him twice as much, for he's going to cut it in half anyway. (One of the best I like...hehehe..)

~Neurotics dream of a good life, or a great suicide note.

~The neurotic usually obeys his own Golden Rule: Hate thy neighbor as thyself.

~Neurotics are sure that no one understands them, and they wouldn't have it any other way.

~The way the neurotic sees it: bars on his door mean that he's locked in; bars on your door mean that he's locked out.

~The neurotic keeps minute track of his enemies; it is only his friends he is careless about.

~The neurotic always wishes people would let him alone - until they do.

~Neurotics are always looking for something new to overdo.

~Of all second-class citizens, neurotics are the only ones who are so by choice.

~Neurotics are anxiety prone, accident prone, and often just prone. (second best)

~The neurotic believes that life has meaning, but that his life hasn't.

~The neurotic lies awake at night, composing letters to those he hates. He seldom thinks of dropping a line to those he loves.

~Neurotics think of the past with resentment, and the future with dread; the present just doesn't exist.

~Neurotics expect you to remember all the things that they tell you, and many that they don't. (THE BEST!)

WTF!

So many things on my mind... Bewildered!
So many things I wanna puke out, things that make me sick...
So many secrets I wanna divulge, secrets! for your good...
So many sordid stories, stories that I never wanted to be privy to...
So many people feigning love, love that they dont even know what in essence is...
So many people with undeserved achievments, & that makes me feel good to have realised that i havn't achieved much yet...
So much generalization, people tending to generalize things to an extent that they start quoting there "sole experince" as FACT...
So many creatures throwing judgmental attitude...  why are they unlearning the stupendous art of trying someone else's shoe at times???
So many hypocrites around... I am short of words for them so here is the dictionary definition.. "Hypocrite:- a person who feigns some desirable or publicly approved attitude, esp. one whose private life, opinions, or statements belie his or her public statements"....eeewwww...


Almost Everyone seeking truth, truth that (almost) none is having a heart to bear with
Almost everyone portraying there best possible image and forgetting what their true face is.
Almost everone trying to fit in the herd, herd where they dont even know the name of species constituting it...

Every second person believing that the world is left with just one and a half brain, one with him and rest half devided among the rest... I am no exception.

Bewildered!!! Yes I still am.


:~Esprit Libre

Procrastination at its peak

hahahhahaa.....
 
It goes back to 2007, I got an electronic mail for Pourush, asking (read suggesting) to start a co-blog. "Pourush" quite a different name, in a good way though. Inspite of reading that mail & giving it a thought too, I did let that slip into "discarded but not deleted" messages.

Jumping to 2009. By now I have published a few blogs.

One day I was listening to "Apna Gham leke kahan jaya jaaye, Ghar Mein Bhikri Hui Cheezon Ko Sanwara Jaaye", while checking my mails. Although it may sound starnge but I decided to delete all useless mails. My mailbox had 650+ mails then. I saw that mail from Pourush and send him a message just there and then.

After one week we were friends on orkut, factully we were in each others list. That's it.

Over next 3-4  months we exchanged a couple of messaged regarding this co-blogging.

Then by end of 2009 we were co-hosting a blog, not to mention, it does not have a new blog till the time I am typing this one. :). I came here several times to write but did not know what to talk about. I am sure Pourush shares this plight.

I hope my mind stays awake and working, so that I come back here soon and blog something "interesting".

P. S.

This blog misses us POURUSH. :D. I hope we don't end up Mastering the Art of Procrastination.