मैं, तुम औऱ हम...

मैं, तुम औऱ हम...

ईमान मेरा देखा नहीं
विश्वास मुझ पर किया नहीं
बस सोच लिया
भरोसे के काबिल मैं नहीं
साथ दो कदम चले भी नहीं
हाथ मेरा थामा नहीं
बस सोच लिया
चलने के काबिल नहीं
आवाज़ मेरी सुनी नहीं
शब्द मेरे समझें नहीं
बस सोच लिया
अभिव्यक्ति मेरी सही नहीं
करुणा मेरी देखी नहीं
वात्सल्य से मेरे वाकिफ़ नहीं
बस सोच लिया
रहम मेरे दिल में नहीं
शराफत मेरी देखी नहीं
अंदाज़ मेरा महसूसा नहीं
बस सोच लिया
नेकी मुझसे होगी नहीं
दिल मेरा देखा नहीं
संवेदना मेरी समझे नहीं
बस सोच लिया
भावुकता मेरे मन में नहीं
मेहनत मेरी देखी नहीं
काबिलियत मेरी जानी नहीं
बस सोच लिया
योग्यता मुझ में नहीं
फितरत मेरी देखी नहीं
इंसानियत को मेरे जाना नहीं
बस सोच लिया
सफर के मैं काबिल नहीं
पर कहना मुझको तुमसे यही
ताली एक हाथ से बजती नहीं
आग के बिना धुआं नहीं
जिम्मेदारी हम दोनों की रही
औऱ कमी सिर्फ मुझ में नहीं
काश जान लेते तुम भी यही
की परिपूर्ण तो कोई नहीं
सफर जीवन का सफल वही
साथ देता हैँ जब जब कोई
तुम औऱ मैं जब अलग नहीं
क्यों ना भुला दें हम अहं अभी...

मन विमल 

ज्योत जीवन की...

ज्योत जीवन की... 

आँखों की छोर में रुकी दो बूँदें 

बहने को तरस रही बस दो बूँदें 

निकली तो वैसे थी हालत पे मेरे

कुछ बेबस और हताश रेहमत को तेरे

घिर आये जैसे हो बादल घनेरे

कालिख रात की जैसे मुझको हो घेरे

सूझता भी कैसे कुछ औऱ उस मन को

लिपटा जो सिर्फ खुदगर्ज़ी से तन हो

छन से हुआ फिर सच्चाई से सामना

दिखी उन्हीं आँखों को जीवन की यातना 

बुजुर्ग थे कुछ उनमे कुछ भिकारी

महिलाएं थी कुछ पीड़ित बेचारी

अनाथ बच्चे भी थे औऱ किशोर अपराधी

अपनों से औऱ अपने घरों से मीलों दूर

गुज़ार रहे ज़िन्दगी होकर के मजबूर

लम्बी साँसों के बीच तनिक रुक गई फिर मैं

अंतरात्मा को अपने टटोलने लगी फिर मैं

नसीब से वो औऱ मैं खयालोँ से मजबूर

सराहती कैसे फिर मिला मुझे जो भरपूर 

पल भर में हुआ बयान सत्य जीवन का

आँसूओं के बूंदों को बनाओ मोती

औऱ जला दो किसीके जीवन की ज्योति... 

मन विमल 

वृद्ध होना...

वृद्ध होना...

कितना कठिन होता होगा वृद्ध होना...
आत्मनिर्भर जवानी के बाद, अवलंबित होना...
स्वावलम्बी रहकर ज़िन्दगी भर,
बुढ़ापे में अधीनस्थ होना...
कितना कठिन होता होगा वृद्ध होना...
संघर्षों से लढ़कर,
असंख्य कष्ट सहकर,
पोषण किया था जिन बच्चों का,
बाहें पसारे इंतेज़ार करना, उन्ही के अवधान का..
कितना कठिन होता होगा वृद्ध होना...
हाथ थामकर चलना सिखाया जिन बच्चों को,
हिचकिचाना, के बच्चे थामे आज उनको...
तुत्ले मीठे बोलों को प्रशंसित कर,
बोलना सिखाया था जिन बच्चों को,
तरस जाना, सुनने उनसे,प्यार भरे चार शब्दों को...
कितना कठिन होता होगा वृद्ध होना...
जन्म मरण का यह चक्र जल्द पूर्ण हो,
ये सोचने को मजबूर हो...
कितना कठिन होता होगा वृद्ध होना...
गुज़रना इस दौर से, तय हैँ हम सभी का,

 समझ ले हर शख्श, इस सच्चाई को...
करुणा की ज्योत मन में लिए,
थाम लो उनके हाथों को, ताकि
संकुचित होना ना पड़े फिर किसी भी वृद्ध को...

मन विमल 

पूर्णत्व...

पूर्णत्व ...

अपनों के साथ होने का...
बैठकर बातें करने का...
बेझिज़क कुछ भी कहने का...
खिलखिलाकर हसने का...
कच्चे पक्के व्यंजन खाने का...
पुरानी तस्वीरें देखने का...
हसीन यादों को फिर जीने का...
दिल का बोझ हल्का करने का...
हाथों में हाथ लिए चलने का...
कांधे पर सर रखने का...
चैन से फिर सोने का...
मुस्कुराकर जीवन जीने का...
सच और साहस मन में रखने का...
विश्वास कभी ना खोने का...
संकल्पित रहने का...

दृढ़ता से साथ निभाने का...

यही तो हैँ पूर्णत्व 🌹

मन विमल

खालीपन....

खालीपन....

खालीपन मन का

अकथनीय

हलक में 

कुछ अटका सा

जुबान पर

कुछ रुका सा

दिल में

कुछ चुभता सा

दिमाग में

कुछ छाया सा

आँखों में

कुछ छुपा सा

सपनों को

कुछ रौँधता सा

बेड़ियों में

कुछ जकड़ा सा 

असमंजस में

कुछ घिरा सा

अस्तित्व पर

हावी सा

कोशिश फिर भी

सँभलने का

पहेलियों से

झूज़ने का

सहारा लेकर

तिंको का

मंज़िलों को

फिर पाने का

आँसूओं को

पीकर के 

खालीपन से

उठने का

मुस्कुराते हुए मन से 

जीवन सार्थक करने का... 

मन विमल 

Why you must see the Marathi film 'Y' ....

Why you must see the Marathi film 'Y' ....

It's over two weeks since I went to see a Marathi movie 'Y' with my colleagues. Honestly, like many others I wouldn't even have known about this wonderful movie had my friend not recommended it.
Wedded to reality, the film is a stark representation of  female foeticide, a dreaded as well as a much talked about subject.
In a world which appears equal, preference for the male child are usually covert. Pre-Conception and Pre-Natal Diagnostic Techniques PCPNDT or sex determination tests are prohibited and a criminal offence as per law. However there are veiled instances of this gruesome act. 

Medical termination of pregnancy ( MTP )is permitted only on medical grounds if approved by a doctor.
At the centre stage of 'Y' is a hospital run by a machiavellian gynaecologist who professes to be a commited medical practitioner. Under the garb of managing a renowned hospital MTPs are done for couples who do not want a female child. PCPNDT being banned indications of a girl foetus are covert.
Things are hunky dory for Dr. Purushottam Gaikwad ( played with panache by actor, Nandu Madhav ) till Dr Aarti Deshmukh ( peformed effortlessly Mukta Barve), a government medical officer is appointed to investigate and take action against hospitals and doctors involved in illegal practices. Smelling a rat, Aarti makes several attempts to unravel the truth and meets with staunch opposition from all quarters.
Despite all odds and with the support of her team, she continues with her mission exposing many malpractices in the medical and pharmacetical fields ultimately winning the battle.
There are a number of reasons why one must watch 'Y'. First and foremost it is a well-made film on a topic which has been handled sensitively and sensibly. Of course the matter-of-fact details hit you so much that your stomach may churn at the cold-blooded manner in which the medical processes are conducted. Yet the movie drives home several points including the attitude of the family members, both male and female in context to their perpetual desire for sons. A conversation with  the doctor substantiates this when he says that no doctor goes to any house asking whether he should reveal the gender of the unborn child, nor does he want to kill it if it is a  female. The family, society and the parents of the unborn child are primarily responsible for it as well as the prevalence of female foeticide.
One must also watch 'Y' as it strongly puts forth the point that the 'Y' chromosome which determines the sex of a child is from the male and not the female who has only 'X' chromosomes. Yet it is a woman who has to bear the brunt of conceiving a girl child and is always at the receiving end. The title of the film has been subtly and suitably named keeping that in mind.
All actors are flawless in their performance but Mukta stands apart. She struggles to reveal the truth and fight her own fear of dogs. The torch in her hand at climax as she overcomes her cynophobia drives home many facts. Perhaps that is the most important reason why one must watch 'Y' .

P.S. My desire to write this blog came up as among the hundred committees headed by me as Collector there is a committe for effective implementation of PCPNDT 2003. Surprisingly none of the medical fraternity in that meeting had heard about this film. I hope many people see this film, so this blog. Coincidentally Hindi  potboiler, 'Jayeshbhai Jordar' made in a typically Bollywood style also centres around this subject....

Four years and one forty-nine days and being committed....

Four years and one forty-nine days and being committed....

It's four years since Amma passed away and one forty-nine days since I wrote my last blog. That too was a rehash of an assignment I had submitted for my PhD course work. 

I remember my days of anguish after Amma's sudden demise. Though she was an octogenarian and had spells of illness she was quite well before she passed away suddenly. In fact she had chosen to go to Hyderabad to my sister's place for a change of place. The sudden turn of events after she got fever leading to multiple organ failure thereafter left us all in the cold. Just a week after that she was no more. 

It took me about a fortnight to come to terms with the fact that indeed she was no more. 

Adjusting to a life without her took much more time. I could neither speak nor be coherent in my thoughts and of course many of my nights were devoid of sleep. 

In contrast, Amma had always been a non-nonsense person who believed in facing life's challenges come what may. Emotionally she was not only strong but always in control. No wonder she managed all of us so perfectly.  

In my heart I knew that she would have never appreciated me being lost and forlorn. I started thinking of ways and means to overcome my grief and sleeplessness. It was then that I started to blog and blogging was one of the methods I used to channelise my thoughts and overcome my grief. 

My blogs became my companions leading me from negativity to positivity through my newly found creativity.  

A couple of minutes at home or even in an aircraft were sufficient for me to pen down my thoughts. Soon writing about each little experience became a practice and more like a habit. 

I would derive great happiness and satisfaction through my blogs so much so that it got transformed into a commitment. No week went by without a blog , at times I even wrote two. 

And then suddenly started losing rhythm about a year ago and my blogs became few and irregular. Initially I made excuses to myself for not writing. Sometimes it was procrastination, sometimes sheer laziness, sometimes no desire or listlessness. Soon I gave up my habit of writing and blogging regularly.

 I did write once in a blue moon  but it gave me no pleasure. And then I not only stopped blogging but also started making excuses for my inability to write. 

Before long I was trapped in feelings of self-pity and a victim of my own mentality. I actually gave up on what I had put in so much effort for so easily. 

Many of us are like that and we lose our passion easily. A verse in the Bhagawat Gita says that our mind is undoubtedly restless and difficult to curb however repeated practice will help us to control our thoughts and emotions. 

This was Lord Krishna's biggest lesson to Arjun. He also said that we ourselves are the cause and solution for our problems and we need to look in before blaming others. 

In His words , "For him who has conquered the mind, the mind is the best of friends; but for one who has failed to do so, his mind will remain the greatest enemy.” 

So who we are, what we do or achieve, how we manage our lives depends solely on us. 

Ultimately what matters is one's hard work and commitment.  

This morning as I remembered our mother on her fourth death anniversary I remembered my first blog and the commitment I had made. I lost no time in setting out to write.

 I hope my rediscovered passion to blog is not hampered by any more breaks and my commitment to all causes in my life never gets diluted. What better tribute to Amma and her commitment to our upbringing !