The poems i like most

SarFaroshi Ki Tamanna

Sarfaroshi ki tamanna ab hamaray dil mein hai,
dekhna hai zor kitna baazuay qaatil mein hai..
karta nahin kyun doosra kuch baat cheet,
dekhta hun main jise voh chup teri mehfil mein hai..

aye shaheed-e-mulk-o-millat main teray oopar nisaar,
ab teri himmat ka charcha ghair ki mehfil mein hai..
waqt aanay dey bata denge tujhe aye aasman,
ham abhi se kya batayen kya hamare dil mein hai..

khainch kar layee hai sab ko qatl honay ki ummeed,
aashiqon ka aaj jumghat koocha-e-qaatil mein hai..
Sarfaroshi ki tamanna ab hamaray dil mein hai,
dekhna hai zor kitna baazuay qaatil mein hai..

hai liye hathiyaar dushman taak mein baitha udhar,
aur hum taiyyaar hain seena liye apna idhar.
khoon se khelenge holi gar vatan muskhil mein hai,
sarfaroshi ki tamanna ab hamaare dil mein hai.

haath jin mein ho junoon katt te nahi talvaar se,
sar jo uth jaate hain voh jhukte nahi lalkaar se.
aur bhadkega jo shola-sa humaare dil mein hai,
sarfaroshi ki tamanna ab hamaare dil mein hai.

hum to ghar se nikle hi the baandhkar sar pe qafan,
chaahatein liin bhar liye lo bhar chale hain ye qadam.
zindagi to apni mehmaan maut ki mehfil mein hai,
sarfaroshi ki tamanna ab hamaare dil mein hai.

dil mein tuufaanon ki toli aur nason mein inquilaab,
hosh dushman ke udaa denge humein roko na aaj.
duur reh paaye jo humse dam kahaan manzil mein hai,
sarfaroshi ki tamanna ab hamaare dil mein hai.

Ag Jalni Chahiye
ho gayi hai peer parvat si pighalni chahiye
is himalaya se koi ganga nikalni chahiye
aaj yah deewaar pardon ki tarah hilne lagi
shart lekin thi ki ye buniyaad hilni chahiye

sirf hangama khada karna mera maksad nahin
saari koshish hai ki ye soorat badalni chahiye
mere seene main na sahi to tere seene main sahi
ho kahin bhi aag lekin aag jalni chahiye

and my Papa's favourite poem

Lahron ki ginti kya karna
Qayar karte hain karne do
Tufano se sahme jo ho
Pal pal marte hain marne do
Chir pawan nutan beej liye
Usha Jai Mukut Chadayegi
Patwar chalate jaoege
Manjil ayegi ayegi

The Innocent Girl

My first poem of this year:

One day i was siiting with Shobhit,
at the stairs of an old class room,
A girl came to unlock her bicycle,
as she was coming from other room,

I saw, I dreamed, who's she what thy name,
only helped by shobhit to know thy name,
never heard a buddying name, entire life,
only to fall in love with owner of thy life,

One day i was sitting with Shobhit,
at the stairs of an old class room,
I tried to talk to her so many times,
only to be failed, tried hard next time

Then came her birthday as told by my frnd,
then came the dream company, the same day,
Some one told me you will get that company,
only to prove that prophecy even exist today.

Those were the days i wept many times each day,
only to emerge stronger day after each day,
As some one shouted from behind
"Yeh Katha Kahani Kisse hain kuch bhi,
To Sar Nahin Baba", although this is not truth.

-----------Neeraj Kumar Jadaun
(Excerpts from 'The Gone Days' in BHU)
At last but as many says not the least, I strongly condemned the twin bomb blasts at Jama Masjid, Old Delhi. Some body has to stop them.

Much awaited Treat

No body has ever seen stars assembly at one place, but it happened on a very auspicious day of Saturday the 1st (Better known as World Fool's Day). Our own Santa rose upto the expectations and gave us a much awaited treat in Noida, afterall this is the beginning of the great beginning of the coming generations of Our own SANTA.
Each and every bit of the moment was enjoyable as Rajat the bhabhi, Yadav, Rahul, Saugata, Durgesh, DA, Nitin, Nimish and myself all are present save Sourabh The Jat and Kartavya The Metro... for unexplored reasons. (Shobhit and Sid, we have taken a very graceful revenge from that very Sanjeev Kapoors Restaurent of our 3rd year training in Noida). Aviral joined us only to leave us in a matter of just 5 hours. Manu The Jha*** was busy in some Adobe test and Our Lord Of the Kings (Bodi) or pseudo or Rajesh was some where else.
We really miss the rest of guys to much as we were 11 here still 23 were missing. Only God can tell us when we all have that unhappened grand confluence.

In the last I am writing to tell my fellow Indian Friends who forgot that their National Year 2063 has just started on 30th March 2006. Happy new year to all of you.
Signing off.
Neeraj

Athato Ghummakad Jigyasa --- 1

When one of my very dear friend was busy in writing the future, i was busy in exploring the past rather the glorious past of Bharat.
This tour diary has a nice percentage of adventure so i decided to divide it into 2 parts.

The Beginning
On Friday i.e. 17th Feb , evening on of my friend, a baypacket frnd, asked me about what i think about visiting some places that weeknd. I replied postively so we decided to visit some place.(Rishikesh) We reached Delhi Station around 11:00 PM. There we were not able to get a bus for Rishikesh so we changed our plan, to visit Jaipur. We reached Jaipur around 5:00 AM , saturday. Then we decided to go to Ajmer since we had to wait till 9:00 in order to visit any place in Jaipur, s sheer waste of 4 hours. We utilized those hours in reaching Ajmer. The capital of the Greatest Rajput Dynasty ever ruled India. About 12 kms from Ajmer there lies a place called Puskar. One of the most pious city as far as Hindus are concerned. Lies on a ground surrounded by some very high mountains. This town has the temple dedicated to Brahma Ji, the only such temple in the whole world.
This small town also witnessed one of the very fierce battle fought between the Chauhan ruler of Ajmer and Mahmud of Ghazni, 1025 AD approx. Mahmud was going to destroy Somnath, DharmGajDev Chauhan, the ruler challenged Mahmud near Puskar and defeated him. But due to cunning trick of Mahmud, Dharam Gaj Dev chauhan was killed when he was worshipping in Puskar after the victory. After that, the people of Ajmer and Puskar were massacred, some how the temple left. Dharam Gaj Dev Chauhan was the forefather of Great Prithvi Raj Chauhan.
After worshipping in temple and in Brahma Sarovar, we decided to conquer the final frontier of Puskar, The temple dedicated to 1st wife of Brahma Ji, Goddess Savitri. The temple is situtated on the top of the heighest mountain in Puskar. It was around 250 metres from the ground and around 600 metres from the sea level. Some how we reached the top, only to see only foreigners at the top. The path was very steep and very risky.
We reached Ajmer around 1:00 PM after having our Rajasthani food in Puskar. In Ajmer we visited Ajmer Sharif Dargah, and we dedicated one chadar on the Mazar. A holy trinity for me after visiting Piya Haji Ali Mazar, mumbai and Jama Masjid in Delhi. A great place to visit.
At around 3:00, we decided to visit the fort of the Chauhan rulers of Ajmer. The ruins of the fort can be find at a height of 600 metres from the Ajmer ground level and 900 metres from the sea level. On that mountain, there is a very small town. This town is known as Tara Garh, dedicated to tarabai, Tarabai was the first wife of Prithvi Raj Chauhan. This town has only muslim population and i found posters of only Shahid Afridi and many others i was not able to recognize. Around 100 metres below that town, on the same mountain range, Govt of India has erected a small museum dedicated to Prithvi Raj Chauhan and his forefathers.
We visited that museum, only to hear the sound coming from the TaraGarh loudspeaker.... And Mohammad Ghori founded this mosque and our great Ghori founded this. And we were hearing these sounds singing the praise of Mohammad Ghori, the archrival of Prithvi Raj Chauhan and India, in the heartland of Prithvi Raj Chauhan. This ended our stay at Ajmer.

This has been told by my HR

Altough i knew it but like to share with you all:
A mail Conversation between HR, Divya Alok Agarwal and Myself.

HR said:
Madan Mohan Malviya was trying to build a good university; he had to overcome many difficulties and barriers. He worked with determination to start the university. There was a funds crisis; but he did not get disheartened. He went from town to town, met many rich people and traders to collect donations. He went to the King to request him for funds.
The king was furious, 'How dare you come to me for funds... that too for a your university?' he roared with anger and took off his footwear and flung it at Malviya.

Malviya picked up the footwear and left silently. He came directly to the market place and began to auction the footwear. As it was the king's footwear, many came forward to buy it. The price went up.
When king heard of this, he became uneasy. He thought it would be an insult if his footwear were to be bought by someone for a pittance. So he sent one of his attendants with the instruction, 'Buy that footwear no matter what the bidding price be!'

Thus, Malviya managed to sell the king's own footwear to him, for a huge amount. He used that money to build the Benares University known popularly as BHU.

Moral: It is not what you have, but it is how you use what you have that makes the difference in your life.

Divya Alok Agarwal said:

We cannot forget the immense energy the great man invested for the common cause of getting established a temple of learning where students not only get material knowledge but something out of life also. Apart from this incident I would like to share some more of the incidents with you

1. Once there was a Harijan entry in the college. In the university mess no body touched the utensils used by the person. One day Panditji got to know this. He just cleaned away the utensils the very same night himself. That too when caste and religion were so firmly practiced. And on top of it he was the Vice Chacellor of the college. This shows how simple he was and did show a path to everyone by first implementing himself.
2. He collected coins which were showered on the dead bodies himself for the sake of University fund.
3. He did not make the university a family business. No earning goes to his family even today.
   

And countless other incidents which a person cannot even think of. He was a great visionary and did a great task in getting this university made. We should follow such a great man who contributed his whole life for the cause of masses. It is great that in this hectic schedule you made us remind of the great man.

My Self Joining the party:
I am always the last in reading mails in my inbox. Thanks for sending such an inspirational incident of our great Mahamana’s life. He dared to make him self comparable with the person whom he shared his birthday, the one who demolished the old ill customs of middle east, and the other one, who revived the Light of Asia. The first person was Jesus of Nazareth and the other our beloved Malviya ji.

“Madhur Manohar ateev sundar yeh sar vidhya ki rajdhani,
Yeh teeno lokon se nyari kashi, suvigyan, dharma aur satya rashi”

That is his/our BHU.