Saturday, March 22, 2014

Immortal Ghalib

Aashiqi sabr-e-talab, aur tamanna betaab,
Dil ka kya rang karun khoon-e-jigar hone tak...

Thursday, March 13, 2014

Awesomely amazing bhajan

There are some bhajans, which you hear and forget..then there are those you like to hum along, sing along, clap along. And then there are those divine melodies, those nuggets, which the moment you hear, all you want to do is close your eyes and slip into a state of pure ecstacy and unbounded Gratitude. One such rare melody is this beautiful, Grace-filled bhajan by Chitra Roy - "Om Jyotirmaya, Karunamaya, Antarjyoti Guru". If you haven't heard it yet, dont worry, hear it now. Make sure there is not much noise around. And in case there is noise inside you, the song will take care of it :) Its from the album Geethanjali. Thanks to Rishi Vidhyadhar ji (Sr Faculty from the Art of Living) who introduced me to this bhajan. I will try to put up an official link to the song here soon The lyrics are below:

Om Jyotirmaya, Karunamaya,
SatGurave Namah Om


Om Gyanmaya, Om Premamaya,
Antarjyoti Guru, Mamayatmasangaat Guru


Om Pranamaya, Paramanandmaya,
Shantimaya, Sukhamaya,
Satgurave Namah Om, 


Om Tejomaya, Kripamaya, 
Parabramhamaya, Sachidanandmaya
Antarjyoti Guru
Om Trigunateet Guru...





Tuesday, March 11, 2014

Mera saaya...

Everytime I hear this song, which has been divinely sung by Lata Mangeshkar, my eyes almost moist over..I just feel that this song has been written for Guruji and He sings this song every moment for us..I think this song completely captures how Guruji takes care of everyone who is even remotely associated to Him...if there was ever a song which would describe my Master's love and care for us, I think this would be the one...just close your eyes and enjoy it...



Bacche aur Football..

Chaude sadak ke paas zameen ke chhote se tukde pe football khelte hue ye bacche,
Bebaak, befikr, bekhauf, duniya se bekhabar, yaha se waha bhaagte hue,
Sadak kafi badi hai, dono or se gadiyaan saain saain nikal rahi hain, horn baja rahi hain, 
Magar inhe iska hosh kahan, dar kahan? 
Inhe to bas ye dar hai ki gend unke goal post ke us paar na chali jae,
Aur Gend kahin khelte khelte sadak pe chali gayi to, to jisne mari use lani hogi...
Khel ke niyam bahut saral hain, magar in bacchon ki ankhon me gehri dilchaspi hai..
Inke liye ye mehaz khel nahi, inke jeevan ka ek atoot hissa hai, jiske bina inka din pura nahi ho sakta..
kuch der ke liye ye khel hi inka jeevan hai, aur wo zameen ka tukda inki duniya,

Kuch gadiyan signal pe aakar rukti hain, aur usme baithe log khidki se in bacchon ko dekhte hain,
Ye log apki aur meri tarah hain, 'modern', 'educated', 'sophisticated',
Inke paas waqt nahi, ye subah uthkar daftar jane ki taiyyari me jut jate hain, 
Aur phir sham ko ghar pahuchne ki jaldi me rehte hain,
Traffic aur signals se inhe sakht nafrat hai..

Magar inhi 'modern', 'educated', 'sophisticated' logon me se kuch,
jab majbooran signal pe aake rukte hain, aur itni zindadili se football khelte hue bacchon ki janib dekhte hain,
unki ankhen inpe tiki ki tiki reh jati hai....
waqt, kuch der ke liye, ruk jata hai....

ye bebaakpan, ye befikri, ye bekhabri, ye masoomiyat, unhe ek gumshuda shaks ki yaad dila deti hai, 
wo shaks, jo bahut arse pehle, unke andar, kho gaya hai....

Signal khul jata hai, aur tamaam gadiyan aage badh jati hain,
Peeche reh jate hain ye bacche, aur kuch gumshuda logon ki yaadein...