DIARY OF A NINCOMPOOP

There has been a lot of whining and sedition over the condition of our country. What it has lead to is not a solution, but a mere mockery of the nation itself. But then, what is the solution? Is it a new constitution, a new society, or many new nations? All these are infatuations of our intellectual perverts. What India actually needs is, in fact, pretty simple. What India needs is a wake-up alarm. Its disappointing to see how the very identity of erstwhile historic ' Bharat ' has been twisted and distorted by the elite few in the formation of India we know today. Servility has became synonymous to India. Debauchery and treachery are rewarded. Corruption  is on the verge of getting a legal recognition, already enjoying a societal authentication. Is this what ' Bharat ' was all about? No, definitely not. Bharat was never about servility. It was about defiance and self-assertation. Servility of indians is a concept misquoted by the British for their interests, and l

Another day of Desperation, Another day of Discontent, Another day of angry moments, The world is not such a good place after all, For all these doings, all the efforts will go in vain, After all the years of struggle and glory, Still finding it hard to prove myself, Maybe the life is, infact, just a transitional phase, For whatever you do doesn't really matter, What matters in the end is redemption of the soul, Taking us back to where it all started, And the worst is the inability for our own redemption, The inability to cross these broad barriers, Which are arbitrarily built after all, The obligation of accountability for liking a candy, The perception of perverseness for a true love, Deeds being easily said than done, Mixed up with the democratic freedom of speech, Such a cruel and dangerous amalgamation thy is, Being crucified by pitiful mortals, Defiance is the last stone I seek, Left is their no other way, For I believe in what I believe, For m

आज फिर दिल में जगी एक उम्मीद है, की होगा फिर सवेरा, बसेगा मेरा आशियाना... खोया रहा हूँ बरसो से जीने की जिस कशमकश में, आज वही रात रौशनी दिखाने लगी है... जाने क्या आग थी जो जले जा रही थी, मुझे तो चिंगारी भी डराती रही है... तज़ब्जुब थे जो ये रेंगते सन्नाटे, आज वही बदलते प्रतीत हो रहे है... वक़्त की ये अँगडाई, बदलते मौसम, बारिश के छींटे, उगता सूरज, जाने क्यों सब सुहाने लगा है, शायद सच ही कहते है, बस नज़र के धोखे ही तो है... वर्ना,  ना ही कोई रंग है, ना कोई रूप, ना सौंदर्य, ना ही कोई कुरूप... आंखे बदल के देखो,  कितने हसीन है ये आँगन, मैंने भी आज ही जाना है इन्हें, ख़ुशी बाँटना ही इनका जीवन है, अचल, अटल, निष्पाप, निस्वार्थ... सिखा है आज इनसे मैंने, जीवन का सत्यार्थ, सेवा का चरितार्थ, की ख़ुशी जीवन में नहीं है, अपितु जीवन ही ख़ुशी में है... अनायास सोचने लगा की क्या मेरे जीवन में दुःख है? और फिर ज़ाले बुनती उस मकड़ी को देखकर खुद ही शर्मसार होने लगा,  तब जाना की ये दुःख नहीं छलावा मात्र है, अनजाने ही जिजीविषा की