Thursday, 6 June 2019

सनातन सत्य का सावन










तपता तो है तन ज्यों ज्यों ये सूरज सर पे चढ़ता है,
मन में वास तेरा है तो सावन भी घूमड़ता है,
बना ना दो इन आँखों को भरे जल का कोई झरना,
ये बहतीं हैं और कहतीं हैं तू ऐसे क्यों बिछड़ता है|

सृष्टि के सृजन करता घड़ी और पल क्या जानो तुम,
ये दूरी क्यों ज़रूरी है ज़रा ये ही बता दो तुम,
अगणित सूर्य जलतें हैं तेरे ही तेज से नभ में,
विरह की आग में खुद को भी थोड़ा सा जला लो तुम|

वृंदावन सा है उपवन मेरा ये मन सुनो मोहन,
तुम्हारी आस में हमने सजाया है भरा यौवन,
मेरा सर्वस्व समर्पित है, समय की गति करो सीमित,
मिलन की रात ही बरसेगा सनातन सत्य का सावन|
                     
                                                                               - Amit Roop

Monday, 4 March 2019

On Shivratri Amid Border Tensions

तलवारों से, बलिदानो से, और शत्रु की लाशों से|
सीमाएँ सज़तीं हैं हिंद की अग्नि उगलती सांसो से|
इतिहास साक्षी है शौर्य से होती रक्षा माटी की|
अहिंसा कायर का कंगन, सीखो सीमा पार गये कैलाशों से|



रौद्र रुद्र का रूप बना कर पहनी तूने मुण्ड माला|
शस्त्र हाथ मे जटा में गंगा फिरता है तू मतवाला|
मेरे वीरों को शक्ति का अनुपम फिर उपहार मिले|
समर भयंकर बिजली सा तू महाकाल हो रखवाला|

शमशान निवासी तेरे समक्ष भय भी भय से भय खाए|
मृत्यु मिलन करवा दे उसका, जो भृकुटी भारत पे तन जाए|
राम नाम और राम धाम दोनो ही तुझको प्यारा है|
तेरे रहते क्यों ना कह दें की कश्मीर हमारा है|

- Amit Roop

Tuesday, 9 October 2018

Mania of Morality


30 minutes become 2 hours when you have nothing to do. I sat on a corner seat looking here and there. It was not too crowded though few people were standing. Metro is the best mode of transport in Delhi, with some conditions applied. 

After wasting few minutes watching someone pricking his nose, understanding someone's desire to look beautiful and witnessing a husband being forcefully made scapegoat for the heat waves outside, I rested my eyes on a modest lady sitting just in the opposite row in front of me.

She was in her 40s. She was wearing a loose, deep necked white t-shirt with a blue color ankle length trouser. She was little fatter from the current standards of beauty. The air from the AC was making her tresses move over her chubby cheeks. Some persons have a habit of taking a nap the moment they get a seat in a train, she was one of them.

Suddenly, a man standing beside her clicked her pics and I noticed that there is something more worthy of the attention below the face. The man took 2-3 pics. He then zoomed the pics one by one and enjoyed to the soul. He then looked here and there to ascertain that no one is watching.
Who is this man and what is he doing? This is wrong. I got suspicious. This man must be a pimp. He will circulate these pics to his network or he will get these pics morphed. Smart phone has made these things very easy. Wearing a wrinkled shirt and mismatch pant, he was looking very cheap. He had a bag made of clothe hanging on his shoulders. He put his phone back in his pocket. I thought, I should confront him. But, since nobody else is saying anything, why should I? But, nobody else might have seen. I know that I have seen. Should I remain silent? Then, this is wrong! I have read so many messages in facebook and whatsapp that to remain neutral at the time something wrong is happening is bad. I also advocated the importance of morality and when this is time to act, will I remain silent? But, what will I say to him and what if he abuses me and nobody else spoke in my support? What if he has knife in his bag? Oh come on! There is a security check before entering metro premises. The lady was sleeping otherwise I could have told her. Or at least, I could have signaled her about this.

In the next station, the other woman sitting beside her got down and this pimp sat there. Oh! Now this man will start black-mailing her. He murmured something to her. I got curious. She listened. He showed her pics form his phone. She took her phone and looked carefully. She smiled and returned his phone asked something as if she is saying, 'Tum bhi na.' She rested her head on his shoulder and closed her eyes. He picked up water bottle from his bag, took a sip or two, gave it to her, she also took a sip and slipped back to her slumber.

I forgave myself for choosing not to confront and got down at my destination though introspection ignited inside me.


- Amit Roop

Wednesday, 29 August 2018

वसुदेव का दुलारा - This Janmashtami, let's recognise dad's love also


टूटे हैं सारे बंधन, यमुना में हुई हलचल|
घनघोर हैं घटायें, यूँ नृत्य करते बादल|
रात स्याह काली आई, सोए हैं आततायी|
धरती में हैं वो आया सुंदर सलोना चंचल|

बिजली है जो ये चमकी वो है आरती की ज्योति|
पूजन करें दिशाएं, है पाप को चुनौती|
उन्मुक्त हो रहीं हैं जल-वृष्टि, नभ, हवाएँ|
मानो परख रही हो उन्हे कर्म की कसौटी|



वैकुंठ का वो राजा, नर रूप में है आया|
कल्पान्त का वो कारक, वो काल का है साया|
वो सृष्टि का रचयिता, वो सृष्टि का विनाशक|
वो परमपिता परमेश्वर, वसुदेव का दुलारा|

- Amit Roop


Saturday, 18 August 2018

रघुबीर तुम जगदीश माया जानकी


रघुबीर तुम जगदीश माया जानकी|
ब्रह्मांड के तुम बीज, ऋतु अनुकूल माता जानकी|

तुम मेघ वर्ण श्यामल, तुम कमल नयन भगवन्|
हैं कोटि सूर्य नभ मे तेरे तेज से ही रोशन|
तुम सृष्टि सिर आसीन, सत्ता जानकी|
रघुबीर तुम जगदीश माया जानकी|

तुम काल से भी क्रोधित, नव पुष्प से भी पुलकित|
तुम श्रेष्ठतम जगत मे, नर देव सब से अर्चित|
सागर असीमित तुम जल शक्ति, चंदा जानकी|
रघुबीर तुम जगदीश माया जानकी|

गोविंद बन के तुमने सबको यही सिखाया|
है प्रीति ही सर्वोपरि, सब मे तू ही समाया|
तुम प्रीति के आधीन, राधा जानकी|
रघुबीर तुम जगदीश माया जानकी|


- Amit Roop

Friday, 13 July 2018

Sanju Review: ‘Chhodo bekar ki bataon me kahin beet na jaye raina.’



"Friends, Romans, countrymen, lend me your ears; I come to bury Caesar, not to praise him." As Marc Antony, in Julius Caesar, starts to persuade audience was the best way to make people listen and get them attuned with your thoughts. Slowly, how beautifully you take them along molding the perspective and hijacking the perception is an art. The same art, director is trying to experiment.  

Writer Winnie Diaz (Anoushka) and her welcoming smile, after response of her question, shows as if she craves to be added in the list after Rubi (Sonam Kapoor), Manyata (Dia Mirza) and other 350 random women. Do notice the smile on Manyata's face also after this ‘350 count response’ excluding prostitutes. Probably director doesn't know how a wife reacts to this confession of her husband. Or, she is super human and got emotional nirvana.

Winnie cried and sobbed but nobody knows why! She met a drug dealer; she met a drug addict, a convicted criminal and then flew to America to explore the truth and coerced Kamli to speak and then came out with ‘Kuch To Log Kahege’ :-) logon ka kam hai kahana. If movie was just 15 minutes longer; Sanju and Winnie would have sung together ‘Chhodo bekar ki bataon me kahin beet na jaye raina.’   

I wonder about the ingredients Kamli was made of. His personality would be a good research oriented book to write on, though may not appeal the audience. Imagine if Kamli would have done the same with Manyata (Diya Mirza) or with Rubi (Sonam Kapoor) what Sanju had done with his girlfriend, Sanju would have killed him. Poor Kamli didn’t get tired of calling Rubi, 'Rubi Bahan', 'Rubi Bahan'. But Kamli learnt a lesson the hard way; he decided not to get married at all. After all, a person having cat as a friend cannot confidently own rat for long.

Kamli was happy with drug addict, a womanizer but could not accept a 'terrorist' as his friend. He had sacrificed everything for his friend and then Dutt Sahab said, 'Kamli ek minute..bahar jao..' and he heard Dutt Sahab asking Sanju to confess that he knew everything about Mumbai blasts. Poor Kamli believed it to be true. Poor Kamli who spoke ‘snakes’ ‘hole’ me rakha hai grew on to own a software company and earned lots of money in America. OK! It happens.  

Dutt Sahab was great man. This is also a perception created by that very media, which has been accused to be wrongly branding famous people. But believe it - as it is - this time as Sanju wants you to do so and Kamli also tells this. If he was really great, why he kept watching his son thrashing the drug dealer rather than calling the police and getting him arrested? He was a great man. Period. Believe media and believe whosoever thinks and says so. Let’s limit the criticism; this is still a convincingly well played character role of a helpless father.

- Amit Roop