हज़ारो ख्वाहिशे ऐसी, कि हर ख्वाहिश पर दम निकले,
बहुत निकले मेरे अरमान, लेकिन फिर भी कम निकले
हम वहाँ हैं जहाँ से हमको भी,
कुछ हमारी खबर नहीं आती
आगे आती थी हाले दिल पे हँसी,
अब किसी बात पे नहीं आती
न सुनो गर बुरा कहे कोई,
न कहो गर बुरा करे कोई,
रोक लो गर गलत चले कोई,
बख़्श दो गर खता करे कोई
रगो में दौड़ते रहने के हम नहीं क़ायल,
जब आँख से ही न टपका तो लहू क्या है
हर इक बात पे कहते हो तुम, कि तू क्या है,
तुम्ही कहो कि यह अन्दाज़े गुफ्तगू क्या है
जला है जिस्म जहाँ, दिल भी जल गया होगा
कुरेदते हो राख़, जुस्तजू क्या है
पुर हूँ मैं शिकवे से यूँ, राग से जैसे बाज़ा,
इक ज़रा छेड़िये, फिर देखिये क्या है होता
इस सादगी पर कौन न मर जाये, अय खुदा,
लड़ते हैं और हाँथ में तलवार भी नहीं
जब तवक्को ही उठ गयी गालिब,
क्यों किसी का गिला करे कोई
तवक्को = आस, उम्मीद
निकलना खुल्द से आदम का सुनते आये थे लेकिन,
बड़े बेआबरू हो, तेरे कूचे से हम निकले
खुल्द = स्वर्ग
चाहिये अच्छो को जितना चाहिये,
अगर ये चाहें तो फिर क्या चाहिये
like the fair ones, as much as you like, and if they like you, then what do you want
बक रहा हूँ ज़ूनूँ में, जाने क्या क्या कुछ,
कुछ ना समझे, ख़ुदा करे कोई
कब सुनता है वो कहानी मेरी,
और फिर वह भी ज़ुबानी मेरी
हमको मालूम है ज़न्नत की हकीकत लेकिन,
दिल को खुश रखने को गालिब ख़्याल अच्छा है
कसम जनाजे पे आने की मेरे खाते हैं गालिब,
हमेशा खाते थे जो, मेरी ज़ान की कसम आगे
रात दिन गर्दिश में हैं सातों आस्माँ
होकर रहेगा कुछ न कुछ, घबराये क्या
की वफ़ा हमसे तो गैर उसको जफ़ा कहते हैं,
होती आयी है कि अच्छो को बुरा कहते हैं
मेरी किस्मत में गम गर इतना था
दिल भी या रब, कई दिये होते
इश्क ने गालिब निक्कमा कर दिया,
वर्ना हम भी आदमी थे काम के
केहर हो या बला हो, जो कुछ हो
काश़ के तुम मेरे लिये होते
गालिब बुरा न मान, जो वाअिज़ बुरा कहें
ऐसा भी कोई है कि सब अच्छा कहें जिसे
वाअिज़ = धर्मोपदेशक
रोने से और इश्क में बेब़ाक हो गये,
धोये गये ऐसे कि बस पाक हो गये
गैर से, देखिये क्या खूब निभाई उसने
न सही हमसे, पर उस बुत में वफ़ा है तो सही
चन्द तस्वीर ऐ बुताँ, चन्द हसीनो के खतूत,
बाद मरने के मेरे घर से ये सामाँ निकला
बोझ़ वो सर से गिरा है कि उठाये न उठे,
काम वह आन पड़ा है कि बनाये न बने
दोस्त गमख्वारी में मेरी, सअि फरमायेंगे क्या,
ज़ख्म के भरने तलक, नाखून ना बढ़ आयेंगे क्या
हैं और भी दुनिया में सुखनवर बहुत अच्छे,
कहते हैं कि गालिब का है अंदाज़े बयाँ और
पूछते हैं वह, कि गालिब कौन है,
कोई बतलाओ, कि हम बतलायें क्या
कर्ज़ की पीते थे मै, लेकिन समझते थे, कि हाँ,
रँग लायेगी हमारी फ़ाक़ः मस्ती, ऐक दिन
मुझसे मत कह, तू हमें कहता था अपनी ज़िन्दगी,
ज़िन्दगी से भी मेरा ज़ी इन दिनो बेज़ार है
फिर उसी बेवफ़ा पर मरते हैं,
फिर वही ज़िन्दगी हमारी है
मुहब्बत में नहीं है फर्क, ज़ीने और मरने का,
उसी को देख कर जीते हैं, जिस काफिर पर दम निकले
उनके देखे से आ जाती है मुहँ पर रौनक,
वो समझते हैं कि बीमार का हाल अच्छा है
न था कुछ तो खुदा था, कुछ न होता, तो खुदा़ होता,
डुबोया मुझको मेरे होने ने, न होता मैं तो क्या होता
हुई मुद्दत, कि गालिब मर गया, पर याद आता है
वह हर इक बात पर कहना, कि यों होता तो क्या होता
कहूँ जो हाल तो कहते हो कि मुद्दा कहिये,
तुम्ही कहो, जो तुम यूँ कहो तो क्या कहिये
रहिये अब ऐसी जगह, चल कर जहाँ कोइ न हो,
हमसुख़न कोई न हो, हमज़ुबां कोई न हो
Monday, December 29, 2008
Thursday, February 28, 2008
Kahe Kabir suno bhai sadho
साँई इतना दीजिये, जाँ मे कुटुम्ब समाये
मैं भी भूखा ना रहूँ, साधू न भूखा जाये
धीरे धीरे रे मना, धीरे से सब होए
माली सीँचे सौ घड़ा, ऋत आये फल होए
काल करे सो आज कर , आज करे सो अब
पल में परले होएगी, बहूरि करोगे कब
ऐसी वाणी बोलिये, मन का आपा खोए
अपना तन शीतल करे , औरन को सुख देय
माला तो कर में फिरे, जीभ फिरे मुँख माँहि
मनुआ तो चहुँ दिस फिरे, ये तो सिमरन नाँहि
बड़ा हुआ तो क्या हुआ , जैसे पेड़ खज़ूर
पंछी को छाया नही, फल लागे अति दूर
जब मैं था तब हरि नहीं, जब हरि हैं मैं नाहि
सब अँधियारा मिटि गया, जब दीपक देख्या माँहि
माला फेरत जुग भया, गया ना मन का फेर
कर का मनका डार देय, मन का मनका फेर
कबीरा खड़ा बज़ार में, माँगे सबकी खैर
ना काहू से दोस्ती, न काहू से बैर
मैं भी भूखा ना रहूँ, साधू न भूखा जाये
धीरे धीरे रे मना, धीरे से सब होए
माली सीँचे सौ घड़ा, ऋत आये फल होए
काल करे सो आज कर , आज करे सो अब
पल में परले होएगी, बहूरि करोगे कब
ऐसी वाणी बोलिये, मन का आपा खोए
अपना तन शीतल करे , औरन को सुख देय
माला तो कर में फिरे, जीभ फिरे मुँख माँहि
मनुआ तो चहुँ दिस फिरे, ये तो सिमरन नाँहि
बड़ा हुआ तो क्या हुआ , जैसे पेड़ खज़ूर
पंछी को छाया नही, फल लागे अति दूर
जब मैं था तब हरि नहीं, जब हरि हैं मैं नाहि
सब अँधियारा मिटि गया, जब दीपक देख्या माँहि
माला फेरत जुग भया, गया ना मन का फेर
कर का मनका डार देय, मन का मनका फेर
कबीरा खड़ा बज़ार में, माँगे सबकी खैर
ना काहू से दोस्ती, न काहू से बैर
Wednesday, September 12, 2007
What is real
"What is 'real'? How do you define 'real'? If you're talking about what you can feel, what you can smell, what you can taste and see, then "real" is nothing more than electrical signals interpreted by your brain."
Morpheus, 'The Matrix'
Sunday, March 11, 2007
जाग तुझको दूर जाना
Yet another one noted in my diary about a decade back.. dont know the name of the Poet.
चिर सजग आँखे उनींदी, आज कैसा व्यस्त बाना ।
जाग तुझको दूर जाना ॥
अचल हिमगिरी के ह्रदय में, आज चाहे कम्प हो ले,
या प्रलय के आंसुओ में, मौन अलसित व्योम रो ले ।
आज पी आलोक को डोले तिमिर की घोर छाया,
जाग कर विद्युत शिखाओं में निठुर तूफान बोले ।
पर तुझे है नाश पथ पर चिन्ह अपने छोड़ जाना
जाग तुझ को दूर जाना ॥
बाँध लेंगे क्या तुझे ये मोम के बँधन सजीले ?
पथ की बाधा बनेंगे तितलियों के पर रंगीले ?
विश्व का क्रंदन भुला देगी मधुप की मधुर गुनगुन ?
क्या डुबो देंगे तुझे ये फूल के दल ओस गीले ?
तू न अपनी छाँह को अपने लिये कारा बनाना ।
जाग तुझ को दूर जाना ॥
वज्र का उर एक छोटे अश्रु कण में धो गलाया,
दे किसे अमृत सुधा दो घूँट मदिरा माँग लाया ।
सो गयी आँधी मलय की बात का उपधान ले क्या ?
विश्व का अभिशाप क्या चिर नीँद बन कर पास आया ?
अमरता के सुत क्यों चाहता मृत्यु को उर में बसाना ?
जाग तुझ को दूर जाना ॥
कह न ठंडी साँस में अब भूल वह जलती कहानी,
आग हो उर में तभी द्रग में सजेगा आज पानी
हार भी तेरी बनेगी मानिनी जय की पताका
राख क्षणिक पतंग की है अमर दीपक की कहानी
है तझे अगाँर शैय्या पर मृदुल कलियां बिछाना ।
जाग तुझ को दूर जाना ॥
चिर सजग आँखे उनींदी, आज कैसा व्यस्त बाना ।
जाग तुझको दूर जाना ॥
अचल हिमगिरी के ह्रदय में, आज चाहे कम्प हो ले,
या प्रलय के आंसुओ में, मौन अलसित व्योम रो ले ।
आज पी आलोक को डोले तिमिर की घोर छाया,
जाग कर विद्युत शिखाओं में निठुर तूफान बोले ।
पर तुझे है नाश पथ पर चिन्ह अपने छोड़ जाना
जाग तुझ को दूर जाना ॥
बाँध लेंगे क्या तुझे ये मोम के बँधन सजीले ?
पथ की बाधा बनेंगे तितलियों के पर रंगीले ?
विश्व का क्रंदन भुला देगी मधुप की मधुर गुनगुन ?
क्या डुबो देंगे तुझे ये फूल के दल ओस गीले ?
तू न अपनी छाँह को अपने लिये कारा बनाना ।
जाग तुझ को दूर जाना ॥
वज्र का उर एक छोटे अश्रु कण में धो गलाया,
दे किसे अमृत सुधा दो घूँट मदिरा माँग लाया ।
सो गयी आँधी मलय की बात का उपधान ले क्या ?
विश्व का अभिशाप क्या चिर नीँद बन कर पास आया ?
अमरता के सुत क्यों चाहता मृत्यु को उर में बसाना ?
जाग तुझ को दूर जाना ॥
कह न ठंडी साँस में अब भूल वह जलती कहानी,
आग हो उर में तभी द्रग में सजेगा आज पानी
हार भी तेरी बनेगी मानिनी जय की पताका
राख क्षणिक पतंग की है अमर दीपक की कहानी
है तझे अगाँर शैय्या पर मृदुल कलियां बिछाना ।
जाग तुझ को दूर जाना ॥
Thursday, February 08, 2007
Existence
Here is one more piece of poetry which was noted down in my diary some 10years back..
Little fly
thy summer’s play
my thoughtless hand
has brushed away
Am not I
a fly like thee?
Or art not thou
a man like me?
For I dance
and drink and sing
till some blind hand
shall brush my wing.
William Blake
Songs of Experience, ‘The Fly’ (1795)
This makes you realize the small pleasures and pains that you come across in daily life do not matter.
And makes one think
Is my life as inconsequential as that of a fly –
well ….
ummmm….
Yes.
At least when you take a macro view.
It’s difficult to accept.
But look at it this way, if you were to find out some information about someone of your stature in society, who would have existed 100 years back, what would you find out? I am not talking about any poet like William Blake, or any big historical figure, but about a common man.
Did that guy matter.. except for his progeny , he is non entity. Inconsequential.
So is the stature in society really what matters. Or is it same as being the biggest or fastest fly?
Or more fundamentally, being known and remembered when you are gone and dead, this parameter in itself is a wrong parameter.
So, for that matter when you are alive, being rich and famous matters?
Probably collecting experiences is what matters..A part of me feels yes. why?
Well, let me take an analogy, assume you were on a trip to a foreign country - for the first AND the last time (for some reason you know you may never get to come back). It's a beautiful country, but still you end up spending all your time in one room. You get to see nothing but the walls, smell nothing but the same room, and get to speak to no one. How would you feel?
Do you want the same thing when you leave this world?
A part of me feels , may be its not wrong to experience, but it still is of no consequence.
Why ?
Well how different is it from being a fly which has tasted all fruits (or a few for which all flies were fighting) in the in the small market - which the fly thinks is the complete world.
... is it of any consequence?
So, where does this lead us to??
You are inconsequential.
No matter what.
There is nothing to be ashamed of, there is nothing that you can do about it.
And it is fine that way, accept it.
You do not know where you are going. You do not have any control on what will happen to you. (watch documentary on earthquakes, tsunami on national geographic if you have any doubts) And you DO NOT matter.
Realise that you are inconsequential, and so is most of humdrum of your life.
So.
Be aware.
Be aware that not only you but everything adn everyone else as well, is inconsequential.
Do things that you think are right. Follow your heart.
And have fun.
Don’t forget - any day might be the last day for the fly.
Do not worry about what others think about you. You are inconsequential, and so are they as well as their thoughts about you.
Little fly
thy summer’s play
my thoughtless hand
has brushed away
Am not I
a fly like thee?
Or art not thou
a man like me?
For I dance
and drink and sing
till some blind hand
shall brush my wing.
William Blake
Songs of Experience, ‘The Fly’ (1795)
This makes you realize the small pleasures and pains that you come across in daily life do not matter.
And makes one think
Is my life as inconsequential as that of a fly –
well ….
ummmm….
Yes.
At least when you take a macro view.
It’s difficult to accept.
But look at it this way, if you were to find out some information about someone of your stature in society, who would have existed 100 years back, what would you find out? I am not talking about any poet like William Blake, or any big historical figure, but about a common man.
Did that guy matter.. except for his progeny , he is non entity. Inconsequential.
So is the stature in society really what matters. Or is it same as being the biggest or fastest fly?
Or more fundamentally, being known and remembered when you are gone and dead, this parameter in itself is a wrong parameter.
So, for that matter when you are alive, being rich and famous matters?
Probably collecting experiences is what matters..
Well, let me take an analogy, assume you were on a trip to a foreign country - for the first AND the last time (for some reason you know you may never get to come back). It's a beautiful country, but still you end up spending all your time in one room. You get to see nothing but the walls, smell nothing but the same room, and get to speak to no one. How would you feel?
Do you want the same thing when you leave this world?
A part of me feels , may be its not wrong to experience, but it still is of no consequence.
Why ?
Well how different is it from being a fly which has tasted all fruits (or a few for which all flies were fighting) in the in the small market - which the fly thinks is the complete world.
... is it of any consequence?
So, where does this lead us to??
You are inconsequential.
No matter what.
There is nothing to be ashamed of, there is nothing that you can do about it.
And it is fine that way, accept it.
You do not know where you are going. You do not have any control on what will happen to you. (watch documentary on earthquakes, tsunami on national geographic if you have any doubts) And you DO NOT matter.
Realise that you are inconsequential, and so is most of humdrum of your life.
So.
Be aware.
Be aware that not only you but everything adn everyone else as well, is inconsequential.
Do things that you think are right. Follow your heart.
And have fun.
Don’t forget - any day might be the last day for the fly.
Do not worry about what others think about you. You are inconsequential, and so are they as well as their thoughts about you.
Tuesday, February 06, 2007
आज न कोई दूर, न कोई पास है, फिर भी जाने क्यों मन उदास है
while going thru my almirah full of old books , came across an old diary of mine, in which I had noted down this beautiful piece of poetry.
I don't remember who is the author of these lines, if you do, please let me know.
आज न कोई दूर, न कोई पास है,
फिर भी जाने क्यों मन उदास है ।
आज न सूनापन भी मुझसे बोलता,
पात न पीपल पर भी कोई डोलता ।
ठिठकी सी है वायु, थका सा नीर है,
सहमी सहमी रात, चाँद गभींर है,
गुपचुप धरती, गुमसुम सब आकाश है,
फिर भी जाने क्यों, मन उदास है ।
आज शाम को झरी नही कोई कली,
आज अंधेरी रही नही कोई गली,
आज न कोई पंथी भटका राह में,
जला पपीहा न आज प्रिय की चाह में,
आज नही पतझर, नही मधुमास है
फिर भी जाने क्यों मन उदास है ।
आज अधूरा न कोई गीत रह गया,
चुभने वाली बात न कोई कह गया,
मिल कर कोई मीत आज छूटा नही,
जुड़ कर आज स्वप्न कोई टूटा नहीं,
आज न कोई दर्द, न कोई प्यास है,
फिर भी जाने क्यों मन उदास है ।
Tuesday, October 24, 2006
Cracked Pot & moral of the story in corporate world
This is a story received as a forward.. and my interpretation of the moral of the story.
The Cracked Pot A water bearer in India had two large pots, each hung on each end of a pole which he carried across his neck. One of the pots had a crack in it, and while the other pot was perfect and always delivered a full portion of water at the end of the long walk from the stream to the master's house, the cracked pot arrived only half full.
For a full two years this went on daily, with the bearer delivering only one and a half pots full of water in his master's house. Of course, the perfect pot was proud of its accomplishments.
But the poor cracked pot was ashamed of its own imperfection, and miserable that it was able to accomplish only half of what it had been made to do. After two years of what it perceived to be a bitter failure, it spoke to the water bearer one day by the stream.
"I am ashamed of myself, and I want to apologize to you." "Why?" asked the bearer. "What are you ashamed of?" "I have been able, for these past two years, to deliver only half my load because this crack in my side causes water to leak out all the way back to your master's house. Because of my flaws, you have to do all of this work, and you don't get full value from your efforts," the pot said.
The water bearer felt sorry for the old cracked pot, and in his compassion he said, "As we return to the master's house, I want you to notice the beautiful flowers along the path."
Indeed, as they went up the hill, the old cracked pot took notice of the sun warming the beautiful wild flowers on the side of the path, and this cheered it some. But at the end of the trail, it still felt bad because it had leaked out half its load, and so again the pot apologized to the bearer for its failure.
The bearer said to the pot, "Did you notice that there were flowers only on your side of your path, but not on the other pot's side? That's because I have always known about your flaw, and I took advantage of it. I planted flower seeds on your side of the path, and every day while we walk back from the stream, you've watered them. For two years I have been able to pick these beautiful flowers to decorate my master's table. Without you being just the way you are, he would not have this beauty to grace his house."Each one of us has our own unique flaws. We're all cracked pots. One should not be afraid of one's flaws. We should acknowledge them, and we too can be the cause of beauty. Know that in our weakness we find strength.
True leaders use these very disparate but very powerful forces for the benefit of one and all. Ultimately the ability to harness the forces and use them to the benefit of all is what sets a true leader apart from a leader.
Moral of the story:
1.The objective defined by the company (Master) and your immediate boss (bearer) may not be same.
2.A crackpot with lesser skills / half the performance might be appreciated / tolerated by your boss - as your boss might be taking ADVANTAGE of him/her.
3.Although your boss may appreciate one crack pot ( the first one), he would not be happy with second cracked pot, and may not tolerate it.
The Cracked Pot A water bearer in India had two large pots, each hung on each end of a pole which he carried across his neck. One of the pots had a crack in it, and while the other pot was perfect and always delivered a full portion of water at the end of the long walk from the stream to the master's house, the cracked pot arrived only half full.
For a full two years this went on daily, with the bearer delivering only one and a half pots full of water in his master's house. Of course, the perfect pot was proud of its accomplishments.
But the poor cracked pot was ashamed of its own imperfection, and miserable that it was able to accomplish only half of what it had been made to do. After two years of what it perceived to be a bitter failure, it spoke to the water bearer one day by the stream.
"I am ashamed of myself, and I want to apologize to you." "Why?" asked the bearer. "What are you ashamed of?" "I have been able, for these past two years, to deliver only half my load because this crack in my side causes water to leak out all the way back to your master's house. Because of my flaws, you have to do all of this work, and you don't get full value from your efforts," the pot said.
The water bearer felt sorry for the old cracked pot, and in his compassion he said, "As we return to the master's house, I want you to notice the beautiful flowers along the path."
Indeed, as they went up the hill, the old cracked pot took notice of the sun warming the beautiful wild flowers on the side of the path, and this cheered it some. But at the end of the trail, it still felt bad because it had leaked out half its load, and so again the pot apologized to the bearer for its failure.
The bearer said to the pot, "Did you notice that there were flowers only on your side of your path, but not on the other pot's side? That's because I have always known about your flaw, and I took advantage of it. I planted flower seeds on your side of the path, and every day while we walk back from the stream, you've watered them. For two years I have been able to pick these beautiful flowers to decorate my master's table. Without you being just the way you are, he would not have this beauty to grace his house."Each one of us has our own unique flaws. We're all cracked pots. One should not be afraid of one's flaws. We should acknowledge them, and we too can be the cause of beauty. Know that in our weakness we find strength.
True leaders use these very disparate but very powerful forces for the benefit of one and all. Ultimately the ability to harness the forces and use them to the benefit of all is what sets a true leader apart from a leader.
Moral of the story:
1.The objective defined by the company (Master) and your immediate boss (bearer) may not be same.
2.A crackpot with lesser skills / half the performance might be appreciated / tolerated by your boss - as your boss might be taking ADVANTAGE of him/her.
3.Although your boss may appreciate one crack pot ( the first one), he would not be happy with second cracked pot, and may not tolerate it.
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