भारत माँ से एक मुलाकात

एक मीठे स्वर ने मुझे एक आवाज़ लगाई,

दूर मुझे एक वृद्धा लंगारती नज़र आई!

मुझे पास आते देख वो होले से मुस्कारी,

थपकिया दे के पास में वो मुझे बैठने को बुलाई!!

उसके चेहरे पर एक अजब सा तेज था,

सफ़ेद लहराते बालों का यौवन विशेष था!

तिरंगे में लिपटी वो मंद मंद मुस्कुरा rahi थी,

फिर भी देख लगा वो कही न कहीं कराह रही थी !!

मैंने पूछा माते क्यों अपने आप को क्यों सता रही हो,

अपने अश्रुओं को क्यों मुश्कुराहत से छुपा रही हो!

ऐसी क्या बात है मुझसे खुल कर कहो,

यूँ खुद से न लड़ो पर मुझे खुल कर कहो!!

वो बोली पुत्र क्या तुझे इतना नहीं समझ आता,

क्यों रो के भी मुस्कुरा रही तेरी अपनी माता!

बेटे यूँ न कहो की तुम खुद से ही अंजान हो,

सच है तेरे सामने और तुझे मेरा दर्द समझ न आता !!

हर रोज हरियाली को भूख में मुझे नंगा कर डालते हो,

विभिन्न सुविधा के लालच में इंसानियत कुचल डालते हो!

मेरे पुत्र हो सब पर किसी को किसी का ख्याल नहीं,

चंद रंगीनियत की खातिर मेरे सीने पे दंगा कर डालते हो !!

चाँद पे जाना है पर तुम्हे मेरा ख्याल नहीं,

शमशान बना डाला है मुझे सबका है हाल वही!

फेंकते हो आरोपों के शूल एक दूजे पे इस तरह,

देखते नहीं मैं जा रही हो रसताल में कहीं !!

आज हो इतने अंधे हो की मुझे भारत से इंडिया बना डाला,

मेरी सभ्यता मेरी सुन्दरता को विदेशी चश्मे से छल डाला1

भूल गयी मेरी सिखाई वो अवधि वो संस्कृत सारी मीठी भाषा,

बेच डाली मेरी विद्या मेरी शिक्षा मेरे कानो को बाला !!

थिरकते हो विदेशी तालों पे खुद के संगीत का मोल नहीं,

पहनते विदेशी खादी का कोई मोल नहीं!

और तो और खादी को अमेरिका और ब्रिटेन के पैरों में है गिरवी रख डाला,

मेरे शील मेरी सुन्दरता मेरी शौम्यता मेरी संप्रभुता का कोई तोल नहीं !!

भूल गए मेरे अंचल बचाने को हजारो वीर कुर्बान हुए,

कितने युवा कितने बच्चे कितने प्राण मुझपे निर्वाण हुए!

न ख्याल तुम्हे है गांधी का, ना नेहरू, ना सुभाष , ना भगत के बलिदान का,

ना मोल है तुम्हे स्वंतत्रता का ना उन माओं का जिनके कोख मेरे लिए वीरान हुए !!

कैसी है मेरी स्वंत्रता जब मैं भ्रस्टाचार में जकड़ी हूँ,

हर घडी रिशती हूँ जैसे बलिवेदी की बकरी हूं!

मर गयी हूं तुम्हारे तीक्छ्न वारो से,

वृधा  हो गयी हूं घुट घुट के तुम्हारे अत्याचारों से!!

ये किस बात का है जश्न किस बात का है शोर,

किस बात के है ये भाषण जब खींचते हो मेरे इज्ज़त के डोर!

मुट्ठी भर कपूतों ने मुझे है तार तार कर डाला है,

और तुम दूर बैठ देख रहे हो बस कह के की घर में घुसा है एक चोर !!

जागो  पुत्र माँ पे एक एहशान करो , 

मैंने सींचा  है बचपन  से तुम्हे उसका  कुछ  मान  करो!

जाकर  लड़ो  उन कपूतों  से जो  मुझे  हैं तार तार कर रहे,

दूध  का कर्ज  उतारो   और खुद के जीवन  पर अभिमान  करो !!

Obituary to My Best Friend Sumit

वहां बैठे बैठे कुछ इधर कुछ उधर किया करते थे,
छोटी छोटी बातों से बड़े सपने संजोया करते थे,
कभी सिक्के की थाप पे प्यार का इज़हार होता था,
कभी सुनहरी धुप में अथ्केलियों का हिसाब हुआ करता था,
कुछ धकियाते कुछ मुश्कुराते हम दिन को रात किया करते थे,
ऐ दोस्त याद है तुम्हे वहीँ नुक्कड़ पे हम चाय पिया करते थे !

सिलवटों में बिस्तर के न जाने कितने राज बताया करते थे,
कभी इसका कभी उसका कभी न जाने किसका किया करते थे,
कभी मुंडेर पे कभी छत पे पैमाना छलकता था,
कभी जगजीत कभी फ्लोयड में जमाना बहकता था,
कभी कंप्यूटर पे गाडिओं की दौड़ लगाया करते थे,
ऐ दोस्त याद है तुम्हे वहीँ नुक्कड़ पे हम चाय पिया करते थे !

न जाने कितनी रातें उन रातों की याद में बिताई हमने ,
भींगे पलको से तुम्हारी उन तस्वीरो को सीने से लगाया हमने,
कास वहां हम होते तो कुछ कर पाते,
तुझे खुदा से छीन लाने को हद से गुजर जाते,
कम्बक्थ दिल शाला आज भी धक् से रुक जाता है,
उन वक़्त की कंदराओं में आज भी सिमट जाता है,
वही कहीं हम एक दुसरे से आथ्खेलिआन किया करते थे,
ऐ दोस्त याद है तुम्हे वहीँ नुक्कड़ पे हम चाय पिया करते थे !

Obituary to My Beloved Mausi

अपने मुख से पहले मैंने आपको माँ पुकारा था,
जब अपनी गोद में रख आपने हर बार मुझे पुचकारा था,
खाता था आपके संग आपके संग मैं सोता था,
हँसता था आपकी गोद में आपकी गोद में रोता था ||

गालो पे हाथ रख आपके मुझे मीठे सपने आते थे,
आपके चहरे को देख मेरे गालो पे गड्ढे पर जाते थे,
नन्हे हाथों को पकड़ आप मुझे चलाना सिखाती थी,
मौसी अपमे ही तो मुझे मेरी माँ नज़र आती थी ||

लुढ़क लुढ़क के आपके पास मैं चल के जाता था ,
कभी आपसे लड़ता और आपसे माँ भी जाता था,
आप मुझे महाराजा के रसगुल्ले खिलाती थी,
मुझे गोद में बिठा अनगिनत लोरिया कहानियाँ सुनाती थी ||

आपने प्यार से मुझे अश्विनी नाम दिया था ,
उस नाम को मैंने आपके कारण पहचान बना रखा है ,
आज भी आपकी याद में आसुओं को नयनो में छुपा रखा है,
याद है मुझे जब आप मुझे हाथ पकड़ चलाना सिखाती थी,
मौसी अपमे ही तो मुझे मेरी माँ नज़र आती थी ||

Lone Remembrance

ज़िन्दगी बीत गयी तेरे इंतज़ार में पर तू न आई,
आज भी भींच रखा है हाथों में अपने,
जिसमे है तेरी खुशबू समाई ,
पहली बारिश में जो हमने साथ बिताया था,
वो अधुरा चन्द्रमा जिसके सामने,
तुने मुझे सीने से लगाय्द था,
याद है मुझे वो बेल की फूलों से तुम्हरे केश संवारना,
वो तुम्हे बस होले से बिस्तर पे बिठाना,
और घंटो तक निहारना,
अपने बाजूं में उठा तुम्हे यूँ धीरे धीरे चलना,
वो तुम्हारा मुझे बहोने में जकड़ना,
फिर धीरे धीरे मचलना,
आज भी परे है सूखे पन्ने में लिखी तेरी प्रेम कहानी,
वो छोटे छोटे जज्बात ओर मुश्कुराते अल्फाज,
ओर उन्ही पन्नो में सूखे फूल है तेरे प्यार की निशानी,
स्वांस लूं या गिनूं अपनी धड़कन,
हर पल बसी है तू मेरे कण कण में ,
बन के मेरा जीवन,
है मोल क्या मेरे जीवन का अगर तू नहीं है पास मेरे,
है कौन मेरा अपना यहाँ सिवा तेरे,
पर समझ नहीं आता क्यों दूर चली गयी तू मुझसे,
ऐसी थी क्या खता मेरी है क्यों तेरी ऐसी रुसवाई,
आज भी भींच रखा है हाथों में अपने,
जिसमे है तेरी खुशबू समाई ,
ज़िन्दगी बीत गयी तेरे इंतज़ार में पर तू न आई,

Nemesis

what has happened to me is unknown..

i am feeling shattered and blown...

Sitting over the cliff i wonder...

Should i jump or fly off like drone..

no aim no target i feel hapless..

No water no honey i am sapless...

Waiting for touch of eternity...

i look sulked and milked...

I don why it has been so mundane...

why it feel like flowing in drain..

Feeling flushed and flustered..

There is no sunshine...

Being so mustered and crushed...

Cant see anything around divine...

O my god give me strength to rise like phoenix...

Give me will to come out of these stinks..

they can beat me batter me but wont be able to hold me down...

I will make mockery of all anguish and suffering like a clown...

Give me might and courage to be what i can be...

Show me light of being what i ought to be..

Let these bites be my strength and be my guest...

While i play with hornet nest with my chest...

O my god give me courage to be shine like star so bright...

it washes all and everyone's plight...

let my doom be a matter of past....

Let me come from this black hole like a BIG BANG Blast...

Competition

I have forgotten how to fly...

have forgotten whats the blue blue sky...

lost in woods of life..

slitting throats and competition rife...

o my goodness where am i....

I have forgotten how to fly...

there is no relation honey...

Everything is soaked in this money...

smile is just to add a sheen...

what matters is how much you look to be green...

o my goodness where am i...

i have forgotten how to fly...

This chain is suffocating but i am entangled...

sometime handling sometime being handled...

Everything rotates around me and my mirror...

every second lost looks like a terror...

O my goodness where am i...

i have forgotten how to fly...

Jumping jumping i became a jack...

running running i lost the track...

i didn't realize i became a big hack...

for smoothness i am living now on crack..

O my goodness where am i...

i have forgotten how to fly...

when i go home my other half yells...

My boss make me realize i have so many trails...

colleagues smile and say o stupid loon...

with time u look more like buffoon..

O my goodness where am i...

i have forgotten how to fly...

Where is the exit this place is insane...

i feel heavy thumped with a chain...

O hell i think u will be more peaceful..

Earth don look like anything meaningful...

O my goodness where am i...

i have forgotten how to fly...

word has lost meanings feeling looks lost..

all running before things which are ghost..

But i desire i aspire and its all about me..

all is lost and others are like dogs flea..

O my goodness where am i...

i have forgotten how to fly...

Give me peace give me rest...

i don't want to be another pest...

The burden of being a student

Life undergoes many phases. From being a toddler to “pachpan ka bachpan” ; we see various colours of life. Sometime grasping mother’s arm to guiding father to favourite sweet shop the beauty of being a baby is amazing. One has No worries, no expectation and no devotion, but the peace of having everything at fingers. Once we have a job we have money to spend, career to look for, girls to chase and we are responsible for ourselves. Once we become parents, we have child to dictate, children to release our frustration from boss, shoulders to cry on and being answerable to ourselves (not talking about asocial people who do not know how to mingle). Here i am not considering those people who take their study for granted and do not act like students but a pain for parents and then perish in their day-to-day life. I am talking about those students who work day in day out to have comfortable life.

The trouble of a student starts when he start learning his first alphabet. One asks him to mug those rhymes, which they will forget in a year or so. Parents ask him to learn those languages, which he shall not speak. He has to calculate those sums of which he has no idea. It is true that one need those for being successful life, but what is the right age of that? If teacher is good then he makes the learning fun and age but again 99% of teacher in this world do not have shade of Ron clarke. However, being a kid is still fun as you have your share of fun and comfort.

The trouble start to brew when you enter class 2 and then son of some Mr. Khanna tops the class. The favourite tagline bas “ mera beta to nalayak hai “ becomes his brand reception at home. Then all complain and nagging starts which goes on increasing every year. No one understands and care what is wrong with him? No one will try to find the solution. Where the kid is finding trouble? However, with clamor kid is able to survive. Supported by games, similar suffering friends and various other distractions he inches ahead in life.

The first encounter with fight of life and death begins with class 8th. Parents demand performance, girls demand infatuation, friends demand time, teachers demand homework, and career tension starts to sneak in. Result is a confused student who fights in and out with his desire, temptations and need of time. The worst part is that no one helps him out but all demand. That is the time where attitude develops. The attitude that will make or break his life; the student decides to revolt, give up or shape oneself.

The 10th board result is the first step toward his ultimate life. For few it is a wakeup call, for other’s it is first nail in coffin of their career and for other’s it is cheers. However, it is always that people carry with themselves until they take their final sleep. The tension grew as you have d to decide career, have gf for social standard, money in purse to finance her, yourself and your friends but you have a dad who will ask the record of every dime he spends on you.

The competitive exams, 12th IIT’s, Medical, engineer, CA, CS all comes rushing to you at same breath. With parents banging, millions competing a student is in total lurch. All books, no play and burden of expectation mark his sweet 16. I wonder how being 16 can be sweet with all this.

Engineering is a life where you dream, booze, spend money, enjoy girls but wait this is idol life. What we actually do is to dream ( as we sleep a lot in frustration ) Booze to run away from boring lectures, spend money ( only one in ten has it and other’s envy him) and girls (Ek anar sau bimar). Moreover, Girls bring two prong problem, they will not let you study and will study a lot and second they will always be with a person who you will hate most (you may hate the guy as he has your girl or you hate the guy and still the girl is with him). Placement tensions, job expectation and everything else kills you.

In addition, if you are not dead yet you will decide to do Master’s or MBA. MBA is a period where ZOMBIES walks on earth. This is the TIME where you do all you did your whole life in a span of two years.

“GOD BLESS MY FELLOW STUDENT”

HISTORY OF UAE- The Truce Oman

The Truce Oman/The Trucial States
The history of UAE goes long back. But critical turnaround started in 1820. The east India Company was being bogged down pirates in Middle East affecting their trade routes. As a result they forced the shaykhs on the coast to stop piracy. This whole story started in 1798. The history maintains that The Qawasim were arch-rivals of the Al-Busaids who were based in Oman and who also sought to assert their control over this part of Arabia. In 1798, the British signed an agreement with the Al-Busaids in an elaborate attempt to keep the French out of the area and so strengthen Britain's claims to paramountcy in the Indian sub-continent. However, this deal with the Al-Busaids made Britain part of the enemy as far as the Qawasim were concerned. This meant that British East India Company ships were fair game and were attacked and pillaged at every opportunity by the Qawasim. This stretch of coast soon came to be known in Britain, India and beyond as the Pirate Coast and the Royal Navy reacted accordingly by launching campaigns and raids against the Qawasim in 1805, 1809 and 1811. Unfortunately for the British, the locals knew the area too well and could quickly escape only to regroup elsewhere.
In 1819, the British decided to try and end the piracy in this area once and for all. A large fleet was dispatched from Bombay and by 1820 it had destroyed and captured every Qawasim ship that it had come across and occupied all the major forts in the area, even going so far as occupying Qawasim hideouts in Persia itself. With the successful outcome of this operation the British imposed a General Treaty of Peace on nine Arab sheikhdoms in the area and installed a garrison in the region. The sheikdoms included:

• Abu Dhabi (1820 – 1971)
•  Ajman (1820 – 1971)
•  Dubai (1820 – 1971)
• Sharjah (1820 – 1971)
•  Umm al-Quwain (1820 – 1971)
•  Ras al-Khaimah (1822 – 1972)
•  Dibba (1871 – 1951)
•  Hamriyah (1875 – 1922)
• Fujairah (1902 – 1971)
• Kalba (1903 – 1952)
• Heera (1915 – 1942)

The treaty did not prevent these princes and sheikhs from continuing to attack each other, which they did with gusto and much to the consternation of the British. In an attempt to reign in the worst excesses of dynastic and tribal rivalry the British imposed a new treaty in 1835. It was named the Maritime Truce and its intended aim was to keep traffic moving in the Gulf region. It was revised in 1839 to include the forceful banning of slavery. In 1853, the truces were upgraded still further to become the Treaty of Peace in Perpetuity. Under which, the British assumed all responsibility for arbitrating in any disputes between the Sheikhs of the area. It was this final truce that gave this part of the Gulf its name for the next 120 years.
The sheikdoms permanently allied themselves with the United Kingdom by the Perpetual Maritime Truce of 1853, upon which they were administered as princely states of British India. The treaty signed between the shaykhs and the British. The region is given the name of 'Trucial Coast'. The treaty involved a maritime truce, and British assistance to cooperation between the shaykhs. But, finally in 1873 The Trucial Coast became administered by the British.
In the 1890's the British sought to formalise many of their agreements made with Sheikhs and rulers throughout the Gulf region. The reason for this was a way of forestalling renewed interest in the region by the Russians and the French. It is unclear how serious these intentions would have been followed through but for the British their links to India were to be maintained at all costs and the Trucial rulers were to be no exception to this rule. The British would provide protection for the Sheikhs in return for promises by these rulers that they would have no dealings with any foreign rulers without the express permission of the British.
This promise of protection served the rulers in one crucial aspect just after the end of The Great War. At this time in history Ibn Saud was busy uniting the interior of Arabia and sweeping all before him. The British promises of protection made Ibn Saud hesitate and ultimately bypass this region from his series of conquests. In return, this part of the British Empire was to be an extremely quiet and peaceful one. Exactly the way the British wanted it to be.
Despite the formal protectorate status of this stretch of coast the British didn't make much of an effort to control the domestic and commercial activities of these sheikhdoms. As far as the British were concerned, as long as the lines of communication with India were secure, this area was of little strategic or commercial importance. They therefore left the rulers to themselves without any British Political Agent being appointed until the outbreak of the Second World War.
British stakes and interest in the area were to be increased with the discovery of oil. It also had the effect of renewing competition and rivalry between the various sheikhs of the area as they each tried to maximise their territories in the hopes of receiving more wealth from oil.
One interesting anecdote is the way the British tried to resolve these border difficulties by sending a British diplomat out on his camel to ask local village heads, tribal rulers and Bedouins which sheikh they owed allegiance to. However, even this attempt failed, so the British set up a Trucial States Council in 1951 under the direct chairmanship of the British Political Agent in Dubai. This council was the direct ancestor of the present day UAE Supreme Council.
British links to the coast were to remain extremely limited for most of their history with one another. The Indian based British Steamship Line served British, Indian and local traders in the region firstly by serving Linagh but after 1903 transferring their port of call to the up and coming hub of Dubai. The only official British facilities were not to be built in the area until 1932 when Imperial Airways built a rest house in Sharjah for passengers and crew en route between London and India.

Oil and the New Beginning
The discovery of oil was to change the strategic and economic significance of this imperial outpost. The first oil concession was from the poorest of the sheikdoms, Abu Dhabi to the British owned Iraq Petroleum Company in 1939. However, the Saudis would lay claim to the area of this first concession and relations between these states would sour considerably. It was only when Trucial Omani troops, commanded by British officers, drove the Saudis out of the disputed area that the matter was settled. This held up production for some years in this sector, but the importance of these fields were to be eclipsed when an enormous reservoir of oil was discovered off the shore of Abu Dhabi by an Anglo-French consortium. Exports began in 1962 and Abu Dhabi quickly became the leading sheikhdom in the region. Dubai was also fortunate enough to discover some oil, however the other sheikhs were not so lucky and they quickly beat a path to their oil rich neighbors.
The newly found wealth was beyond the financial understanding of the sheikh of Abu Dhabi as he spent his money foolishly and unwisely. In addition, he openly admitted that he did not trust banks and, most worryingly of all for the British, that he distrusted foreigners and foreign companies. The British conspired with his brother and the other sheikhs to have this troublesome ruler removed in 1966. This bloodless coup was to be the last major political undertaking by the British in the area.
In 1968, the British announced that they would completely withdraw from the Gulf region by the year 1971. This sent the Trucial rulers into a frenzied series of negotiations with each other and with the other British protectorates; Qatar and Bahrain. The British tried to join these areas into a single autonomous country but the respective rulers could not agree on boundaries or political representation in the new grouping. Bahrain and Qatar were particularly aggrieved and left to become independent nations. The Trucial sheikhdoms were prepared to enter a federation with Abu Dhabi and Dubai (in that order) as having the heaviest political weighting, representation and most importantly of all for the smaller sheikhdoms, the heaviest financial obligations. With this formula the United Arab Emirates was formed in December 1971.
Overall Timeline
1820: The British force the shaykhs on the coast to stop piracy.
1853: A treaty signed between the shaykhs and the British. The region is given the name of 'Trucial Coast'. The treaty involved a maritime truce, and British assistance to cooperation between the shaykhs.
1873: The Trucial Coast becomes administered by the British.
1892: A new agreement, the shaykhs gives the British effective control over foreign matters. The British offers military protection in return.
1931: Oil is discovered, and national consciousness increases. Bahrain later joins the neighbouring Trucial States and Qatar in the Federation of Arab Emirates.
1952: The seven emirates establish a Trucial Council.
1960's: Emerging problems between the British and the emirs, connected to the interests of developing the oil industries and preserving traditional culture. Shaykh Shakbut of Abu Dhabi was the most conservative in this matter, and also in control of some of largest oil reserves.
1966: Shaykh Shakbut is overthrown, and Zayed bin Sultan an-Nahayan becomes new ruler of Abu Dhabi.
1967: The Trucial States Council is formed, aiming at better coordinating matters between the shaykhs.
1970: Independence is given to the emirates.
1971 September: Bahrain and Qatar becomes independent states.
— December 2: Abu Dhabi and Dubai forms a independent union, inviting the other shaykhs to join. All remaining but Ras al-Khaimah accepts.
1972 Ras al-Khaimah joins the new federation of United Arab Emirates. 

An Interesting Fact
Until 1969, the Indian Rupee remained the de-facto currency of the Trucial states as well as the other Gulf States such as Qatar, Bahrain and Oman until these countries introduced their own currencies in 1969, after the great devaluation of the Indian Rupee.

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