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Flight Crash (Based on a true story)

2007-12-19T04:43:00.000-08:00

Hello Friends,

Here I am again...pardon me again for not writing for a long time. This time I will share a real life incidence (Fortunately or Unfortunately from my Life).

There were two friends sharing same name, same room along with same mentality. But both belonged to individual families, and from different places (irrelevant in this context). Lets give them a name say M1 and M2.

Both M1 and M2 believed in living life to its fullest. So came a day where they were to enjoy a party, one of the unique and stylish given on the occasion of wedding by the family which was close and dear to M1. But then there were few problems, they had their exams after three days (not that they studied until the last day and the very last moment...typical Engineers). M1 asked M2 for the party along with their other room mates, the previous night. Others denied...but said YES M2, not because M2 was a party freak but because of the following simple relation:

PARTY ==> DHAMAL + MAZA + ACCHA KHANA + ACCHI LADKIYAN

They believed only in one thing NSP = Nayan Sukh Prapti, and who knows what might lies ahead...may be they'll get to talk to couple of girls.

SO that made the duo to finally attend the function which was going to be held around 140 kms from their place. Both decided to leave around 4 in the evening so that they will reach their by 7 enjoy the party, sleep at the M1 Uncle's place and return.

WELL WELL WELL, but GOD had something different in store...hehehehe

On the D-Day, M1 asked M2 to get ready by 3.30 so that they could catch the bus, and he went to attend some urgent work promising to return on time...The work, that was urgent and beyond control took far more time than expected which resulted in delayed schedule...

At 5.30 M1 popped with a "Shaandar Bike" (Pulsar in this case) and said to M2 "we wont miss the action dude!". Fascinated by the adventure M2 agreed to let drive M1 to the mentioned destination...

With chill engulfing as the time passed they saw sun set at the far horizon by the time they left the city...

"Jab Pulsar ho Saath to darne ki kya hai Baat"...with this thought in mind M1 raced the bike to its optimum on the other hand driving very cautiously...actually he was enjoying the music you know...

Slowly and steadily Raat ne Dikhaya Apna Kamal, kar diya dono ko behal. Chill started to rise to the nose of M1...after driving around 60kms he asked M2 to carry on with the rest...with destination still 80kms far and clock tickling 7.15 in the evening M2 also drove with the flair of speed... Thanks to their experience driving in city, both were driving cautiously.

With destination still 24 kms they both thought of refueling the bike to play safe ...M1 asked the authority again which was deliberately granted by M2...

Here comes the turning point, with clock tickling 8.15 both afraid of missing the action which prompted them to attend this party this far... M1 was now working as the test driver who wants to exploit the optimum of the bike...and with road as smooth as the face of a beauty model....his desires were fulfilled by the accelerator of the bike which could not be further molded hehehehe....

Fortunately or unfortunately there was no traffic on the highway either...they were the only one who were riding alone on what to be termed as the most successful deed of the district administration.

With destination as far as 5 kms they were hearing the sounds of the drums and music of the party they were to appear as the most awaited guests...

Although M1 was really cautious but due to his lack of experience of driving on highway he could not sense the upcoming DANGER in form of a TRUCK which got turned on the road, whatsoever may be the cause...

His senses froze, his heart start beating faster than the normal, as he was to witness in next few moments the most thrilling (so i may call)moment of life... He some how started decelerating (but not with the force enough to avoid collision). There were feet long and feet wide pillars kept in front of the fallen giant to avoid collision by the amateurs such as us...

Anyways, he kept his nerves and unsuccessfully tried to avoid the collision...which FORTUNATELY avoided the big and fatal accident, but resulted in crash with those pillars....

The next M1 remembers was lying on road with his left shoulder dislocated and a heavy bleeding from his chin, .... Then there came help... A sole witness of the accident, Sumo which was going in the opposite direction to some other destination.... With a mixed feeling of afraid and kindness they inquired about our health...

The next M1 did is too see M2 who was terribly afraid and his heart was beating like a 1500 rpm DC Motor when a full voltage is applied across it...With Damage done, the first thing M1 did is to call his father....who was then informed and loads of vehicle run to the spot of the accident....

The help came at the right time, and within an hour both M1 and M2 got the first aid, still having a clinch of missing the party....

But they were the center of attraction and then there were 100s of people along with equal ratio of pretty gals visited them....and they enjoyed the unforgettable party in their own manner...

M1 = Manish Pandey and M2 = Manish Das both are Final year students of Radharaman Institute of Technology and Science and share a unique bond between themselves. Post Accident both were heavily bullied by their batch mates till date

Incident happened some 140 kms from Bhopal on 2nd December 2007 at around 8.45 PM...

Readers' comments are invited

Life in IIT Delhi?

2007-11-26T02:10:00.000-08:00

Recently, although unintentionally, but fortunately(thats what i will say), i just came through a blog of this author "Mayank Austen Soofi", a pass out from IIT Delhi, and currently pursuing MBA from IIM...well i was in awe when i went through the articles and post(I read all...!). Few of them were exceptional from my point of view...and this one which Iam copying as it is was rather Interesting... Go on to explore...

Welcome to IIT Delhi (IITD). Here boys are hungry for sex. Who can blame them? In a ‘good’ batch, the male-female ratio is 8:1; in a typical batch, it is 20:1. Besides, those females who manage to crack the JEE are, in all probability, unlikely to win any beauty awards. Even then the skewed ratio makes them queens. The boys become their slaves or the navel-gazers at Basant Lok’s Priya, or both.

But first, meet the three male types in IITD.

The Stud

Handsome and rich, he is most likely a Delhiwalla. Always believes that beauty*intelligence = constant. He tries his hands at girls from adjoining female colleges (Gargi, LSR). But because of the reputation of IITians (no social manners, sexually frustrated, good at nothing but engineering), the enterprise usually ends in failure. Not surprisingly, he often finds refuge in watching porn. He is not ashamed of it.

The Stud’s Best Friend

He is the quintessential IITian. He too likes watching porn but is ashamed to confess it. A simpleton hailing from a godforsaken mofussil town (Mirzapur, Darbhanga), he regularly goes to Priya and PVR to ogle at girls there. He has simple ambitions and is happy to settle for the female classmate sitting next to him (she might not be beautiful, but she is pretty smart. She will make a good wife.) After countless workshops, assignments, treats and movies together, when he finally mumbles "I think I love you," the female, not a fool herself, says, "but you know, I don't think of you that way. You are my best friend".

The Geek

Smartest kid. He pays attention to books, and only books, in the first year, gets great grades, and consequently catches attention of sexy girls (whatever that means in IITD context), who want him to teach them. He too loves watching porn but avoid boasting about it.

Let’s confess that sex in IITD is pretty common. It helps there are plenty of jhaadis (shrubs) in the campus. Alas, due to reasons mentioned in the begining, the only people who do it happens to be people from outside the campus. But look at exceptions:

A senior of mine (a superstud, if ever there was one) dated only model-types. Each month he changed his girlfriend. Once he was caught having sex with the girlfriend-of-the-month – by a security guard (!)

A batch mate once climbed the roof of a Professor’s house whose daughter was/is/will be the hottest chick in IITD. He spent the night with her (!)

One night a junior was caught naked with his IITian girlfriend in a block – again by a security guard (!)

But as I said, these are rare instances of stumbling into an oasis in an otherwise sandy desert. However, the opening of a booze bar just outside IITD has made it easier for boys and girls to get drunk together. They even plan sex. But plans remain just plans. Deep inside, most of us IITians are conservative, and believe that there must be no sex before marriage. This was true when I joined in 2001, and remained true when I graduated in 2006.

THE AUTHOR CAN BE CONTACTED AT mayankaustensoofi@gmail.com

The author is an IIT Delhi alumni presently pursuing MBA in IIM Calcutta. His blog is currently re-telling the story of Mahabharat.

Mathematikcs...?

2007-10-30T01:03:00.000-07:00

Back in first year as an Engineering student, I learnt all about convergent and divergent series. The subject utterly failed to inspire me - I couldn't wait to be done with having to apply one formula after another trying to come up with the sum to infinite terms of some series or figure out what the next entry in a sequence might be.

Today, as I read Prime Obsession by John Derbyshire, I am not merely interested, I am in awe. After all, what can you say to the fact that the series 1 + 1/(2^2) + 1/(3^2) + 1/(4^2)... converges to 1/6th of pi squared? The numbers we are adding up are just regular counting numbers - where did the pi come from - the same pi we all associate with the ratio of a circle's circumference and its radius?!! And there's so much more. Why and how do numbers like pi and e sneak up on you in the most unexpected of places? What do those numbers really mean? Is there a deeper truth waiting to be discovered, that will make mathematicians go `Aha, of course!'

At the one end, I am amazed by the beauty that lies in numbers, in the concepts of "the infinitesimal and the infinite", the striking simplicity of the statements of some conjectures that have defied proof for centuries.. At the other end, I am deeply pained that a subject so profound and beautiful could be so mangled and marred by an education system that it not only failed to inspire its students, but actually turned people away from mathematics altogether!

I doubt I will actually pursue a higher education or a career in mathematics, but I have at least had the good fortune of running into some wonderfully written books that have instilled in me a newfound respect for all that is number. Every time I come across an interesting proof or theorem, I feel like I've been admitted into a secret club - the password for the week has just been revealed to me! I go around feeling ecstatic, wanting to tell everyone I meet what I've just been privy to. Of course, the people I tell are either already in awe and totally in sync with me, or they couldn't care less! So, that leaves me with this blog, which means that you, the reader, will just have to put up with my gushing over some neat trick Gauss used when he was 10, or just the fact that I finally know what Riemann's zeta function means.

TRULY LATERAL THINKING...!

2007-10-02T20:23:00.000-07:00

Some time ago I received a call from a colleague. He was about to give student a zero for his answer to a physics question, while the student claimed a perfect score. The instructor and the student agreed to an impartial arbiter, and I was selected.

I read the examination question: "SHOW HOW IT IS POSSIBLE TO DETERMINE THE HEIGHT OF A TALL BUILDING WITH THE AID OF A BAROMETER."

The student had answered, "Take the barometer to the top of the building, attach a long rope to it, lower it to the street, and then bring it up, measuring the length of the rope. The length of the rope is the height of the building." The student really had a strong case for full credit since he had really answered the question completely and correctly!

On the other hand, if full credit were given, it could well contribute to a high grade in his physics course and to certify competence in physics, but the answer did not confirm this. I suggested that the student have another try. I gave the student six minutes to answer the question with the warning that the answer should how some knowledge of physics.

At the end of five minutes, he had not written anything. I asked if he wished to give up, but the said he had many answers to this problem; he was just thinking of the best one. I excused myself for interrupting him and asked him to please go on.

In the next minute, he dashed off his answer, which read: "Take the barometer to the top of the building and lean over the edge of the roof. Drop the barometer, timing its fall with a stopwatch. Then, using the formula x=0.5*a*t*t, calculate the height of the building."

At this point, I asked my colleague if he would give up. He conceded, and gave the student almost full credit. While leaving my colleague's office, I recalled that the student had said that he had there answers to the problem, so I asked him what they were.

"Well," said the student, "there are many ways of getting the height of a tall building with the aid of a barometer. For example, you could take the barometer out on a sunny day and measure the height of the barometer, the length of its shadow, and the length of the shadow of the building, and by the use of simple proportion, determine the height of the building."

"Fine," I said, "and others?" "Yes," said the student,” there is a very basic measurement method you will like. In this method, you take the barometer and begin to walk up the stairs. As you climb the stairs, you mark off the length of the barometer along the wall. You then count the number of marks, and this will give you the height of the building in barometer units." "A very direct method."

"Of course. If you want a more sophisticated method, you can tie the barometer to the end of a string, swing it as a pendulum, and determine the value of g at the street level and at the top of the building. From the difference between the two values of g, the height of the building, in principle, can be calculated."

"On this same tact, you could take the barometer to the top of the building, attach a long rope to it, lower it to just above the street, and then swing it as a pendulum. You could then calculate the height of the building by the period of the precession".

"Finally," he concluded, "there are many other ways of solving the problem. Probably the best," he said, "is to take the barometer to the basement and knock on the superintendent's door. When the superintendent answers, you speak to him as follows:

'Mr. Superintendent, here is a fine barometer. If you will tell me the height of the building, I will give you this barometer." At this point, I asked the student if he really did not know the conventional answer to this question. He admitted that he did, but said that he was fed up with high school and college instructors trying to teach him how to think.

The student was Neils Bohr (Quantum theory & Physics & Mechanics, Hydrogen Atom guru etc) and the arbiter was Rutherford.

कुछ भी तो नही होता और दिन हो जता है कल.....

2007-06-22T01:24:00.000-07:00

कुछ भी तो नही होता,

और दिन हो जता है कल...

सुबह होती है यूं ही अलसाई सी,

और तभी आ जाती है शाम भी,

दिन गिनता हूँ तो तीस हो जाते हैं,

और गिनता हूँ महीने तो बारह,

साल गिनता हूँ तो लगता है,

कि कम है एक उम्र भी,

यूँही कटता है जीवन का हर पल,

कुछ भी तो नही होता और दिन हो जता है कल...

रात आती है तो आती है नींद भी,

साथ लाती है स्वप्न भी,

जगता हूँ तो पता हूँ,

अरे मैं तो वहीं हूँ,

रोज़ वही सब कुछ,

स्कूल बसों का हार्न,

ऑफिस जाने वालों का क्रन्दन,

फिर भी ना जाने क्यों लगता है,

क्या रूक जाएगा जीवन का स्पंदन,

इतने लोग हर ओर,

साबका अपना अपना शोर,

सुने कैसे कोई मेरा कोलाहल,

कुछ भी तो नही होता,

और दिन हो जता है कल...

मैं जीवन को जीता हूँ,

या जीवन जीता है मुझको,

किससे पूछूं,

अपने जैसे ही पता हूँ मैं सबको,

सोचा करता हूँ,

बस कल....कल से होगा परिवर्तन,

पर हर रोज़ सुबह,

घिर आतें हैं आशंकाओं के बदल,

कुछ भी तो नहीं होता,

और दिन हो जता है कल...

प्रतिदिन करता हूँ अपने से,

सपनो को सच करने के वादे,

ऐसे ही बीत गए हैं,

मेरे जीवन के दिन आधे,

ना जाने क्यों करता हूँ मैं,

अपने से यह छल,

कुछ भी तो नहीं होता,

और दिन हो जता है कल....

सोचा कितनी बार,

अब और नहीं रहने दूंगा,

मैं ऐसा संसार,

पर ना जाने क्यों,

सोते में अपनी करवट भी,

ना सका बदल,

कुछ भी तो नही होता,

और दिन हो जता है कल.....

मैं रुका भी नहीं,

कहीँ पंहुचा भी नहीं,

ना जाने कैसे रहा था मैं चल,

कुछ भी तो नहीं होता,

और दिन हो जता है कल.......

Where have all the wise ones gone?

2007-06-21T21:11:00.002-07:00

Two issues have been on my mind for sometime now. They might seem like big issues which cannot be solved just like that but I felt like discussing them anyway.

The first one(or the second one, if you will) is about the present day education system. It leaves no time for students to think what they are studying. And due to increased competition very few actually care about what they are learning; the rest are concerned with how much they are scoring. Even at school level, this sense of competition is evident.

Recently I was having a discussion in this regard with someone and interesting facts came up. For example, the great thinkers of the past have never been subjected to this extracting process of schooling. Their thinking was not influenced by the cane of the teacher but by the free will of the mind. And in today's world such rational thinking is almost non-existent.

The consequences of this may not look as drastic as they indeed are. Such hampering of the thought process is what is responsible for today's children being disinterested in studies and later on growing up face a lot of problems due to poor educational backgrounds. They are not nurtured to use their brains and instead are trained to memorize everything but rote learning without ever questioning why.

The solution may not be so obvious and easy to implement because it involves shaking the very foundation on which our education system is based!

The second issue is that of politics. Now I have always held the opinion that there can be no bigger farce in this world than democracy. The concept of people upon which it is based is so ambiguous. The 'people' has no shape and form. It can be easily manipulated for various personal ends. A majority of the people cannot take decisions of their own and they need someone to order them around, to take their decisions for them. In ancient times, the kings and their monarchies took up the responsibility of ruling people. Many of the wise ones, about whom we have studied, were able to maintain peace and prosperity while many others screwed up because they couldnt command people with authority.

The biggest conceit of democracy is that, while it condemns the age old system of monarchy, it very much applies the same principles of ruling under the pretense that the real power is with the public. The real power is with the rulers of the public - the modern day euphemism for kings.

I mean, how do you explain this obsession we have with the Gandhi family or as it is mentioned correctly sometimes, the Gandhi dynasty. How would you explain a person born and brought up in a foreign land, a widow who remained in oblivion without even the remotest interest in politics, taking control of the oldest party of India. Sonia Gandhi is a very wise woman to understand that people have got accustomed to having the Gandhi 'dynasty' at the helm of the affairs. And the congress party was in disarray during the period between Rajiv Gandhi's death and Sonia Gandhi's foray into politics. Remember how shamelessly Sitaram Kesri stepped down in favour of Sonia and how he was sidelined by the party? And now, the party looks upon the heir to the throne, Rahul Gandhi to take charge as Prime Minister sometime in the future.

Anyway, the point I am trying to drive home is that, our country cannot progress forward unless we have leaders who own up to that responsibility. It is time to shun the age old formula of communal and religious and caste based politics and focus on the bigger issues.

Perhaps this time around, the public might show its true face and form. Perhaps it will make sensible decisions which will give a mandate based on development issues. I mean, 54% of India's population would be in the age group of 18-25 in 5 years. Whether this new found sense of ambition and confidence in today's youth will reflect in the political affairs of the nation, only time will tell.

Unsettled Dust

2007-06-21T21:11:00.001-07:00

I cleaned my computer today along with my room ( and I dont mean just wiped the dust off the mouse pad!) and man have I learnt a thing or two about cleaning!

Firstly, it is not wise to disturb the dust that has settled. You leave it alone and get on with your life. If you try to clean it, you only make your room more dirty. Secondly, if it must be cleaned, then get it done with someone else. Making your hands dirty for cleaning is not exactly neatness. The dust is still on your hands.

After all, they say cleanliness is next to godliness. So, if you are a GOD, why do you need to be clean?
hehehehehehehe.....

Why I Miss My Home?

2007-06-21T21:11:00.000-07:00

Because I get to eat hot delicious food for lunch instead of chips and juice.
Because my mom senses when I'm hungry and makes me something to eat
Because there is someone to turn on the mosquito repellant when I'm being bugged by mosquitoes.
Because food tastes different everyday!
Because I am the king in my house.
Because my mom feeds me breakfast in the morning when I am in a hurry and have no time to eat.
Because my mom wakes me up and there is a hot cup of tea ready for me.
Because there is no person like my brother.
Because I miss my mom and dad.
Because there is simply no place like home!

You might be thinking "Sala yeh toh bahut senti pila raha hai, agar itna hi miss karta hai ghar ko toh ghar kyun nahin chala jata". Well for all those thinkers I have an answer (However weird it might be) I am busy in getting sponsorship for my workshop check http://www.fearburster.com... If any one interested in that QUERIES are welcome....hehehehe....

End Sem Hangovers!

2007-06-21T18:58:00.000-07:00

Well, I've been busy this month with the endsems. They're finally over and they hold no prominence now like they once did. I actually put up less amount of effort now but the results are almost the same, if not better sometimes!

Anyway, after the endsems a creeping hangover sets in. I'm clueless about what I want to do next. I'm too old to just wander off into the city without a reason or a destination (first year stuff!). And dont even talk about things I used to do before the endsems. That would be putting too much stress on my brain which is already struggling to remember my login ids and passwords!

So I just lie around sleeping because that seems like the most interesting thing to do on a weekend. Sometimes I feel that maybe I should go to the library and pick up a book to read, but I regain my senses before I can do anything which might shift the energy balance. My only solace is that I can go play cricket in the evening.

Its amazing that while the exams are going on you doze off for just a minute and already two hours would have passed but when they're over it feels like its been ages and you've dreamt of your grandchildren when only 10 minutes would have passed. The rate of time is never constant!

Life is a Sine Wave

2007-06-20T11:55:00.000-07:00

This has been , more often than not , the status message of my yahoo messenger for more than six months.

Many people have asked me about this. They have asked question like... why a sine wave why not a cos wave? To which i have replied its sine wave... coz... cos is sin( theta + - 90).

The point that i want to make is that not many people have asked me why "Life" is a sine wave?

My response to which would be take a whole day as a sample time and start the experiment. Obsevables: Events that makes you happy or make you sad. Remember this that every other event can be represented as the linear combination of these two basic emotions.so event which made you angry = a. ( Happy) + b. ( Sad) where a and b might not be a constant.

Now just plot these events using matlab ( you can use excel also ) or simply take a 2 Rs graph paper and a pencil and scale and plot the graph. You will see the graph as a sine wave. The amplitude and frequency may be different but the graph will be essentially a sine wave.The reason behind this is that God never intended any one to be purely happy or purely sad. He made an "Imperfect world" and thus no day ....mark my word ( copy it in the word file and then select it and press Ctrl B and Ctrl U and if you wish Ctrl I ) ....No day will make you totally happy or totally sad.

बचपन की पहली स्मृति

2007-06-19T21:41:00.003-07:00

अगर मैं पूछूं कि आपके बचपन की पहली स्मृति क्या है तो क्या कहेंगे? कुछ ना कुछ तो जवाब होगा ही आपके पास। मेरे पास भी इस प्रश्न का जवाब सदा सर्वदा से रहा है। परंतु आजतक मैंने एक भी ऐसा प्राणी नही देखा, जिसे मेरे उत्तर पर संदेह ना हो। मुझे पुरा भरोसा है कि आप भी मेरे जवाब को एक बेहुदे लेखक की कोरी कल्पना समझकर नजरअंदाज कर देंगे। पर फिर भी, मैं सत्य बतलाने के अपने लेखक धर्म का निर्वाह कर के ही रहूँगा। तो सत्य यह है कि मेरे बचपन की पहली स्मृति तब की है जब मैंने बैठना भी नही सीखा था। जी हाँ! मैं उस वक़्त बैठना सीख रहा था।

उस वक़्त लोगों को मुझे बैठना सिखलाने मे बड़ा मजा आता। पर मुझे? सत्य कहता हूँ, बड़ी तकलीफ होती थी। जब भी कोई मुझे बिठाता, थोड़ी देर तक तो सब ठीक होता। परंतु कुछ समय बाद ऐसा प्रतीत होता, मानो सामने की जमीन मे एक ढाल सा आ गया हो और मैं उस ढलान के सहारे लुढ़कने वाला हूँ। घबराकर मैं पीछे की ओर झुकता तो लगता मानो आगे की ढाल अब पीछे की ओर भी बननी शुरू हो गयी है। धीरे धीरे मुझे अपने चारों ओर ढलान ही ढलान दिखायी देने लगती। मैं घबराकर अपनी आँखें बंद कर लेता और लोगों को मेरे गिरने का पता चल जाये इसलिये पूरी शक्ति से रोना प्रारम्भ कर देता।

क्यों? आपको भी विश्वास नही हुआ ना मेरी पहली स्मृति पर? अब मुझे अपनी बात को सच साबित करने का कोई मार्ग तो नही पता परंतु एक बात पर गौर कीजियेगा। अगली बार जब भी किसी ऐसे बालक को, जो बैठना सीख रहा हो, गिरते देखें तो मेरी बात याद कीजियेगा। ध्यान से देखियेगा! गिरते वक़्त उसकी आँखें भी बंद होंगी। वो चीख कर अपनी अनुभूति तो आपको ना बता पायेगा। परंतु उसकी बंद पलकों से मेरी बात की सत्यता जरूर सिद्ध होगी। और हाँ! उस बालक को मेरी अबोध स्मृति का गवाह बनने के लिए मेरी ओर से धन्यवाद देना और उसे बताना कि इस विश्व मे एक मनुष्य ऐसा है जो उसके मन की पीड़ा समझता है।

इस तरह की कई स्मृतियाँ हैं जो बार बार मेरे मनो मस्तिष्क पर दस्तक देती रहती हैं। परंतु, इन बातों पर लोगों का अविश्वास देखते देखते, कभी कभी ऐसा लगता है मानो वो सारी बातें मेरी कल्पना की उपज थी। (आख़िर आज की कल्पनाशक्ति के कुछ बीज उस वक़्त भी रहे होंगे ना?) परंतु कुछ यादों का हक़ीकत से इतना ज्यादा मेल है कि मैं भली-भांति अविश्वास भी नही कर पाता। उदाहरण के तौर पर कुछ और बातों का जिक्र करना चाहूँगा।

एक स्मृति है उस वक़्त की, जब मैंने थोडा थोडा बैठना सीखा था। उन दिनों, हमारे इलाक़े मे बन्दर बहुत हुआ करते थे। हर किसी की छत पर अचार, सूखे आम (और कभी कभी चावल-गेंहू भी) सूखने को रखा होता था। तो बन्दर आते और जो उस वक़्त तक अपनी चीजें नही समेट पाते, उनके छत की चीजें बडे मजे मे खाते। दूर से ही लोग बंदरों को देखकर अपनी अपनी चीजें समेटने लगते। तो एक दिन, मैं अपने घर की छत पर चुपचाप बैठा खेल रहा हूँगा। बच्चों को खेलने के लिए किसी के साथ की आवश्यकता तो होती नही। रोज की तरह बन्दर आये और लोगों ने सामान समेटना शुरू किया। हडबडी मे लोग भूल ही गए कि मैं भी एक सामान ही हूँ जिसे समेटने की आवश्यकता है। अब जिसके पास बुद्धि ना हो उसे डर काहे का? मैं निर्भीक अपनी दुनिया मे खोया रहा। परंतु बुद्धिमान लोगों के पास भय नामधारी जो 'विवेक' होता है उससे वो कैसे बचें? फिर क्या था? माँ का रोना, दादी का चिल्लाना एवं बुआओं का सिसकना प्रारम्भ! कोशिश करें तो यह भी दुनिया के आश्चर्यों मे स्थान पा सकता है कि ना बंदरों को कोई तकलीफ है ना उन से घिरे बालक को! परंतु, बाक़ी लोगों को उसमे बड़ा कष्ट हो रहा है। खैर, अंततः मेरे पिताश्री ने वीरोचित कदम उठाते हुए उन बंदरों को ललकारा। (अब उन्होने मेरे प्रेम से वशीभूत होकर ऐसा किया या नारी-मंडल के क्रन्दन से ऊब कर - ये तो वही बता पाएंगे) पहले डंडों से, पत्थरों से बंदरों को भड़काने की चेष्टा की गयी। पर बन्दर तो बन्दर ही ठहरे ना? उन्हें इस खेल मे मजा आने लगा। ना जाने कितनी देर उनका ये खेल चला। फिर मेरे पिताजी के सब्र का बाँध टूट ही गया और उन्होने बंदरों को मल्ल युद्ध के लिए आमंत्रित किया। अब मेरे दिमाग मे उस अदभूत कुश्ती का चित्र इस तरह छप गया कि आज भी मैं वो दृश्य याद कर सकता हूँ।

थोड़े बडे होने पर यह कहानी मैंने जब अपने परिवार के सदस्यों को सुनायी तो पापा ने हँसते हुए कहा, "तुमने वो कहानी किसी से सुनी होगी। उतनी छोटी उम्र का किसी को कुछ याद नही रहता"।

"लेकिन ऐसा भी तो हो सकता है कि मुझे याद हो।" मैंने प्रतिवाद किया।"हाँ! तुम ही सबसे बडे विद्वान होने वाले हो। दुनिया मे आजतक तुम्हारे जैसी यादाश्त किसी की नही हुई। वाह!" पिताजी के स्वर मे छुपा व्यंग्य मुझे उस वक़्त भी समझ मे आया था। और उस वक्त भी व्यंग्य मुझे चुभता था। (यद्यपि पिताजी इस बात को भी नजरअंदाज करते हुए एक व्यंग्य प्रस्तुत कर देंगे)।

बाद मे मैंने अपनी माँ को वो जगह दिखायी जहाँ यह सब हुआ था। अब माँ को कितना विश्वास हुआ, ये तो पता नही! परंतु, माँ ने मेरी बात पर कोई व्यंग्य नही किया। क्या माँ की भी ऐसी कोई स्मृति थी, जिसपर हर कोई संदेह करता था? मैंने पूछने की बहुत कोशिश की परंतु एक ही जवाब मिला, 'जाओ, खेलो! पागल!'

Live Life

2007-06-19T21:41:00.001-07:00

Complications are a part of every relationship. Some people make things complex while others try to alter some of these weird complications into the toughest yet most wonderful smiles.Think about your life-the way I think about mine today. There is something.........something so nice....so genuine... so beautiful that will make you feel-YES I AM LUCKY!!! This is what I feel today... blessed to have some beautiful people in my life. People who complete me. But at times you need to do something to complete lives of such people. Today may be thats what i am expected to do......erase some complications in some relationships.......this might create heart breaks, infinite tears, malice in friendships but.........may be it wont spoil someone's life.....life which has been built on a castle of sand...........which can be blown away by the tormenting winds. I remember reading a line in my English textbook.......... "There are some people who have broken bodies but still they pick up the few remaining pieces and make a life out of them" It struck me......because it is true.....it is beautiful.......it is .....life. Everyone ........... believe me....each and every person in this world has to face one problem or the other. There'll be times when you'll go numb.........if it hasn't happened now....it will happen someday....am sure. Times when you'll feel that your life has become like the shallow waters of the river.........moments when even you'll break. But the most significant thing is that-whatever comes in your way.... no matter how tough it is...... it will make you STRONG. You'll learn to live ..........n more than that you'll learn to give life to someone.Here i challenge you.........go ahead........do something right now to change someone's dense life............or even if you can't do much....you can always give someone those lovely moments of happiness by little deeds of kindness. God has the power to give and take life........but always remember that you have the power to change a life.