Nation on the March

Nation on the March
Nation on the March

Oct 23, 2011

what a heart sings is poetry!

આમ અચાનક આપ જ્યાં, મળવા આવ્યા ત્યાંજ
રોમે રોમે ઉજવ્યો, અંદરથી તહેવાર
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અહિયાં ફર્યું જે રીતથી ત્યાં પણ ફર્યું હશે,
એકાદ પીંછું યાદનું ત્યાં પણ ખર્યું હશે.  
( અંકિત ત્રિવેદી)
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પોથી કરતાં તો  એક સપનું સારું
જે મને જીવવાની લગની લગાડે - (કિરીટ ગોસ્વામી)

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બંધ ઘરની એ ઉદાસીઓ બધી પી જાય છે
એક કોયલ આંગણામાં રોજ ટહુકી જાય છે 

કોઈ પણ હાલત માં ખુશ રહેવાનું મન શીખી ગયું

એટલે મારાં બધાયે દર્દ હાંફી જાય છે -

- (કિરણ ચૌહાણ)
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એક માણસ હારવાનો વારતાના અંતમાં
હું દિલાસો આપવાનો વારતાના અંતમાં
  
જિંદગીભર આપતા આવ્યા છો  જાકારો ભલે 
હું તમારો લાગવાનો વારતાના અંતમાં - (દિનેશ કાનાણી)
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આ તે કઈ રીત છે?
સંબંધના ચણતરમાં લાંબી તિરાડ
અને પાયામાં શરતોની ઈંટ છે.- (આશા પુરોહિત)
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એક ખીલીને 
ભણવા બેસાડી ...
ગ્રેજુએટ થઇ ને આવી
ત્યાં સુધીમાં તો 
સ્ક્રુ બની ગઈ!!  - (જિજ્ઞાસુ દક્ષિણી)

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તળાવ પુરાઈ જાય 
એટલે શું પુરાઈ જાય છે?
 તરસ?  - ( મનીષા જોશી)

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ઝાડ,  તને મારા સોગંદ
સાચું કહેજે એક પંખી ની જેમ કદી ઉડવાનું થાય તને મન ?

ઝાડ,  તને છાંયે બેઠેલો એક માણસ ગમે કે છાંયે  બેઠેલી એક ગાય?
સાંજ પડ્યે પંખી જો પાછું ન આવે તો પાંદડા માં  ડૂમો ભરાય?
છોડ્યું ના છૂટે વળગણ,

સાચું કહેજે એક પંખી ની જેમ હવે  ઉડવાનું થાય તને મન ?
ઝાડ,  તને મારા સોગંદ - (હિતેન આનંદપરા)

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આવે ગઝલ માં  જે રીતે બસ આવવા દીધી,
મેં લાગણી ની કોઈ દી'  માત્રા ગણી નથી.

એથી જ પ્રેમ પામવાની આશ છે હજી
તેં હા કહી નથી મને, ના પણ ભણી નથી. - (મકરંદ મુસળે)

Oct 17, 2011

Mentoring - the golden touch of a master


For personal growth, self-esteem and self-worth are immensely essential.

We may feel very lowly about ourselves, despite all our talents and skills.

Just a little boost, some mentoring, some one kindly showing us a mirror and letting us know who we actually are! Those who are lucky, get such people in their lives. And they suddenly find a surge of energy and enthusiasm and urge to achieve and excel, with confidence level that was never so high.


It is the grace of our mentors: small and great, old and young – who made us believe in ourselves. How can we repay this debt? One, we must remember and thank very often, Secondly, pass on the legacy of mentoring on to some one who come in our touch and help that person realize their self-worth.



Here is a beautiful poem by Myra 'Brooks' Welch, the ‘poet with a singing soul” (originally published by her anonymously in a church magazine but later she was identified as the writer of this much too popular and greatly inspiring piece of work).

There is an interesting background:

She wrote it just in 30 minutes in 1921 after she was greatly touched by listening to a speaker when she was a student. She thought it came from the God and must not have a claim on it as a writer. It sparked like magic and touched many a hearts. When it became popular was read once in an international convention as an anonymously written poem, a man stood up and said that he knew her and it is high time the world also knew her. “She is my mother”, he said.

It tells splendidly what one hardly can say about the golden touch of a master (in shaping our lives, as it were).

Here it is:

The Touch of the Master’s Hand



'Twas battered and scarred, and the auctioneer
Thought it scarcely worth his while
To waste much time on the old violin,
But held it up with a smile.

"What am I bidden, good folks?" he cried,
"Who'll start the bidding for me?"
"A dollar, a dollar"; then, "Two! Only two?
Two dollars, and who'll make it three?



Three dollars, once; three dollars twice;
Going for three" But no,
From the room, far back, a gray-haired man
Came forward and picked up the bow;

Then, wiping the dust from the old violin,
And tightening the loose strings,
He played a melody pure and sweet
As a caroling angel sings.

The music ceased, and the auctioneer,
With a voice that was quiet and low,
Said, "What am I bid for the old violin?"
And he held it up with the bow.


"A thousand dollars, and who'll make it two?
Two thousand! And who'll make it three?
Three thousand, once; three thousand, twice,
And going, and gone," said he.


The people cheered, but some of them cried,
"We do not quite understand
What changed its worth." Swift came the reply:
"The touch of a master's hand."



Oct 7, 2011

Sing aloud "all is well" when you are hurt


I came across today a wonderful lyrics of a song  by the popular US band R.E.M. that transported me to a popular Hindi film song from the film '3 Idiots'.

Both are having a common thread, a philosophy that liberalizes one self from the grief and hurt. Who has not experienced it?

So let the lyrics enthrall and elevate us, with least interference of any sort



Everybody Hurts

(Berry/Buck/Mills/Stipe)


When the day is long and the night, the night is yours alone,
When you're sure you've had enough of this life, well hang on
Don't let yourself go, 'cause everybody cries and everybody hurts sometimes

Sometimes everything is wrong. Now it's time to sing along
When your day is night alone, (hold on, hold on)
If you feel like letting go, (hold on)
When you think you've had too much of this life, well hang on

'Cause everybody hurts. Take comfort in your friends
Everybody hurts. Don't throw your hand. Oh, no. Don't throw your hand
If you feel like you're alone, no, no, no, you are not alone

If you're on your own in this life, the days and nights are long,
When you think you've had too much of this life to hang on

Well, everybody hurts sometimes,
Everybody cries. And everybody hurts sometimes
And everybody hurts sometimes. So, hold on, hold on
Hold on, hold on, hold on, hold on, hold on, hold on
Everybody hurts. You are not alone
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All Is Well



(Swadanand Kirkire)

जब लाइफ हो आउट ऑफ़ कंट्रोल
होंठों को कर के गोल
होंठों को कर के गोल
सीटी बजा के  बोल

आल 
इज्ज्ज़ वेल

मुर्गी 
क्या जाने अंडे का क्या  होगा
अरी लाइफ मिलेगी या तवी पे फ्राय होगा
कोई न जाने  अपना फ्यूचर क्या  होगा

होंठ घुमा 
सीटी  बजा
सीटी  बजा  के  बोल
भैया आल इज्ज़ वेल

अरे  भैया आल इज्ज़ वेल
अरे चाचू आल इज्ज़ वेल 
अरे भैया आल इज्ज़ वेल

कनफूजन ही कनफूजन है
सोलुशन कुछ पता नहीं
सोलुशन  जो मिला तो साला
क्वेश्चन क्या  था पता  नहीं

दिल 
जो  तेरा बात बात  पे घबराए
दिल  पे  रख के  हाथ
उसे तू फुसला ले
दिल  इडिअट है  
प्यार से उसको समझा ले

होंठ घुमा 
सीटी  बजा
सीटी  बजा  के  बोल
भैया आल इज्ज़ वेल

स्कोलरशिप की पि गया दारु
ग़म तो फिर भी मिटा नहीं
अगरबत्तियां राख हो  गयी
गोड़  तो  फिर  भी दिखा नहीं

बकरा क्या  जान उसकी जान  का  क्या  होगा
सीख घुसेगी या  साला  कीमा होगा
कोई न जाने  अपना फ्यूचर क्या  होगा

होंठ घुमा 
सीटी  बजा
सीटी  बजा  के  बोल
भैया आल इज्ज़ वेल
अरे  भैया आल इज्ज़ वेल