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क्या करूँ

इस पुलिंदे का? 

अब कुछ समझ 

नहीं आता। 

दान कर नहीं सकता, 

कहीं छोड़ भी नहीं पाता;

हमारे ज़माने के दस्तूर 

अब वाजिब नहीं, इसलिए 

किसी के काम का भी नहीं, 

किसी की ज़रूरत भी नहीं;

बेमतलब अब सरदर्द है मेरा, 

यादों का यह पुलिंदा। 

सीमारेखाँयों के इस माहौल में 

किसी के पास वक्त ही कहाँ? 

फेसबुक के नशे में धुत, झूमते 

और सिर्फ साइबरस्पेस की 

दीवार पर धज्जियाँ चुपकाते 

जमावड़ा खुद को ही भूल चुके;

इसलिए बाँटने का तो कोई 

मोल लाजिमी भी नहीं;

बेमतलब अब बोझ है मेरा, 

यादों का यह पुलिंदा। 

हल्की-फुल्की, छोटी-मोटी, 

खट्टी-मीठी, लंबी-चौड़ी, 

भारी-भरकम, टेढ़ी-मेढ़ी, 

नई-पुरानी, रूखी-सूखी, 

रंग-बिरंगी, सोती-जगती, 

ऊँची-नीची, हँसती-रोती, 

कभी जिस्मानी कभी रुहानी;

बेमतलब का बोध है मेरा, 

यादों का यह पुलिंदा। 

दिखावटी त्योहारों, खोखले रिश्तों, 

झूठे वादों, छलावी लोगों, जोड़-तोड़ 

की उखड़ती राहों पर हर ठोकर 

से प्रभावित हो कर, किसी दूर होते 

अरण्य के गुलाबी नुक्कड़ पर, 

फाड़ कर, चिंदियाँ बना असंख्य 

बार फेंका इनको, पर कम्बख्त 

हमेशा इठला के  चहकीं कि, 

'बेहया समझा है क्या हमें? 

न छोड़ेंगी तुम्हें';

बेमतलब का सर्पदंश है मेरा, 

यादों का यह पुलिंदा। 

अब मरते तलक खत्म 

न होने वाली इन यादों

के पुलिंदे का मैं क्या करूँ? 

वश में नहीं और भस्म 

होने से पहले, चालाक 

चुलबुली, सब की सब, 

दूसरे किसी पुलिंदों में 

रिस जाती हैं;

बेमतलब की विडम्बना है मेरी, 

यादों का यह पुलिंदा! 


Just yesterday?


आज सारे कोदंडधारी राम, सबके सब,

स्वर्णमृगों के पीछे गए, और लौटे नहीं,

सारे के सारे लक्ष्मण रावण से मिल

गए, और रेखा खींची नहीं।

सारे जटायु सीताओं की रक्षा में,

अनगिनत रावणों के हाथों

शहीद हो गए कट-कट कर ध्वस्त हो गये।

शेष रह गए हैं अब

बेशुमार सम्पाती

जो सूर्य की ओर, चार वर्षों में

केवल, चार कदम चल पाये, और

सत्य पर लगे स्वर्ण के ढक्कन से

अभिभूत होकर, उसी से चिपक गए,

फिर उन्होंने अपने चमचों से

अपनी चार-कदमी उड़ान के गीत गावये।

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दिमाग फितूरी था
बहुत सोचा इक
फिर से
अपने बारे में;
और जाने किस
गुबार में
अष्टाव्रक जिंदगी
के उस कोने
की सफाई करने

Never give in humiliating!

“It’s okay not to like someone, but it is never okay to try

and degrade, humiliate, or dehumanize them.” – Cory Booker

I have known the Lawrence School Lovedale for over 25 years and professionally involved (on and off), with it since 2004.

Have witnessed many a high and low of the place and am familiar with every nook and cranny – of the school and the minds within it.

What happened on the evening of May 24, 2017 is probably the lowest and shoddiest that I have observed on the Front Lawns of the school.


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In the shadows of mountains

the echoes of memories

hit the hard surfaces


come back to me

to get


in the ragged edges

of my


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Those were the days! 4

We’ve seen over time that countries that have the best economic growth are those that have good governance, and good governance comes from freedom of communication. It comes from ending corruption. It comes from a populace that can go online and say, ‘This politician is corrupt, this administrator, or this public official is corrupt.’ – Ramez Naam

I can, of course, talk about the harrowing time I had as Director of The Corbett Foundation – not the work, but the way the Board (in particular Rina Khatau) behaved and treated people; of assurances and promises broken; the way sycophancy was encouraged and nurtured to unbelievable levels; the arrogance and subterfuge; the nauseating hold the Khataus had over their employees. Why most of them were so servile and willing to be treated worse than guttersnipes is something I could never comprehend. I always felt that the Khataus never ever learnt or appreciated the fact that the stature they achieved was by standing on somebody’s shoulders.

But I choose instead to share some of the most glorious, enriching and satisfying moments of my life, even when things were going awry.

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Those were the days! 3

“If you look at great human civilizations, from the Roman Empire to the Sovit Union, you will see that most do not fail simply due to external threats but because of internal weakness, corruption, or a failure to manifest the values and ideals they espouse.” – Cory Booker

Sometimes it is difficult for me to differentiate between the 2001 earthquake and the 2002 Gujarat riots. The aftermath was catastrophic either ways. The events affected me in more ways that I can even describe.

I was as in Kachchh and survived, but had to leave as nothing was left of the Gujarat Nature Conservation Society’s field office.


I was part of ‘Sabrang’ for a long time. Realized I had been branded a pseudo-secularist only after I was roughed-up one night. How bad things were became clear when I realized that the phone was tapped and my children were being followed. Had to leave Gujarat.


Very much like a wild animal whose corridor of movement is slowly but steadily being eradicated I lived in the shadows of my nightmares keeping an eye out for further transgressions. Nothing much has changed even today.


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