A prayer that seeks an answer is a demand, not a prayer. A prayer is a song of love and gratitude. Every love song is essentially a prayer. To seek and to pray are different things but most of our prayers end up as wish lists. The term "Wahe-guru" is an expression more of wonderment at the beauty of the universe than a mere term of praise born out of fear. Religion is nothing if it is not born of infinite love for everything you see. Love is the only relgion I know. The rest is just fear turned into faith.
Every act performed with love and honesty in your heart is an act of prayer. A prayer is karama raised to the level of dharma. If you come out of a prayer the same person that you were before you went into it, you have prayed in vain. If you come out of a shrine with the same baggage that you carried ino it, then you can be sure the shrine has done nothing for you.Every shrine is a mere symbol of the far more sacred shrine within your heart.If that shrine has remained un-visited for ages, then the symbol too would fail to remind you of that.
(From earlier posts)
Monday, December 14, 2009
PRAYERS AS SONGS OF LOVE
PRAYER IS A PROCLAMATION OF LOVE; BEGGING AN INVOCATION TO PITY
A prayer is nothing but our way assuring ourselves that we are not completely alone and helpless on this planet. The whole universe rises to back us if our cause is noble, which is another name for respecting the laws of the universe. Anything that runs against these laws is irreligious and therefore painful.
The term God is only an abbreviation for the general order of design of the universe and the energy that moves through it. There is nothing supernatural about it, and those who we think have found God have said that much. Budhha said it through his loud silence on the question of God. Jesus described the acknowledgement of the overwhelming Law of the order of universe as Acceptance. Nanak called it “being happy living in accordance with Hukam or Bhaana, or the Will of God, or the Will of Nature. Islam is full of references to "razaa', or Will of the Unknown. Surrender to this Law is the essence of the Gita.
Pain is the direct consequence of trying to run against the current of the Law of the Universe, or the Will of God. Desire for Immortality of form is an act of defiance of the law of change, and hence any pursuit of this desire is an invitation to pain.
A prayer is a return to sanity, the acknowledgement of the need to flow in the direction of the current of Law. Defiance of Law is an attempt to distort the picture of the universe or a small part of it, and a prayer is an attempt to rectify that distortion. Humility is nothing more than an acceptance of the reality that we are mere cogs, however important, in a large wheel to further the march of Evolution.
A prayer is an expression of this humility. A prayer is addressed always and only to oneself. That is why we generally pray alone, or close our eyes while praying in a congregation. It is a pilgrimage into the boundless yet unknown reservoirs of life force that resides within us and which alone has the power to lift us beyond the bounds of the possible. It is nature's way of reconciling the paradox that while the Whole contains its parts, each part also contains the Whole, as both religion and science have shown us. Every atom in the universe is full of mysteries which are as innumerable, incomperensible and fascinating as the mysteries of the universe at large.
A prayer is also an attempt of an atom to display its ability to reflect the whole universe, holding "infinity in the palm of his hand and eternity in an hour." Its also a proof that the vast universe and its tiniest part converse in a common language. The atom and the universe, the part and the whole, the Atma and the Parmatma are inseparable and indistinguishable, and a prayer is the common language in which they converse. Begging is not praying because begging is devoid of love, while prayer is born of infinite love. Begging is a proclamation of insecurity; a prayer is a song of faith, trust and assurance. Prayer invokes love; begging invokes pity.
The worst form of begging is the one addressed to the Almighty Universe or God. It is like asking a mighty emperor to feed the dog at your farm house, a dog whose responsibility is only yours to share. Neither the dog nor the emperor will be too pleased with your act.
Turn your prayers into songs of love, and they shall be answered -- with love.
Monday, March 29, 2010
Sunday, March 28, 2010
MANUFACTURE YOUR LUCK AND "HER HAAL RAHO MASTAANE"
MY MOTEHR'S TEACHINGS ARE MY ONLY ARDAS, HER MEMORY MY ONLY MEDITATION
In response to Pb To's observation that only those with "opportunities" and luck succeed in life.
Fortunately, I have a passion for life and for things like poetry, mysticism etc. Regarding the role that oportunites played in the lives of successful people like Dr. Manmohan SIngh,Mother Teresa , Abraham Lincoln etc. , think that those great men and women created the opportunities that they got. Anyway,the whole point is that it makes better sense to blame oneself for one's lack of great success than to blame anything or anyone else. "Aape beej, aape he khaa..." And i believe that many of the great people we know have actually manufactured their own luck. SurelyI was not born in a log-hut like Lincoln was and i did not have to swim across a river everyday to reach my school, like Lal Bahadur Shastri had to .Although yes, I used to cycle 90 kilometeres (YES NINETY KILOMETERS -- 45 kilometers each way ) every day to teach in a college where I was employed as a lecturer and would not get my salary for months and months together . This went on for nearly two years... and i still feel good about that.I have actually worked as manual labourer ( Yes, as a farm labour, despite having been born in a family of landlords) for one full season of wheat harvest. That was a tough year for our family, and I did not want my mother to feel that her son was an idler. Many may not believe that. But i feel very nice about that also. My mother taught me that work, any work, is always a matter of pride;dishonesty and unwillingness to work are the only sins and cause for shame.(Sharam kaadhi kamm dee, Sharam jhooth te vehle chum dee) I can look back with pride on this life. You may never have seen me complaining about any lack of opportunities even when I was suffering in front of your own eyes, and used to travel five to six hudnred kilometers everyday, using a gas cylinder to save money on petrol in a car that threatened to break down every twenty kilometers. Of course you will remember that. And this was afterIhad been an advisor to the ChiefMinister not once but twice.I will not be surprised if I have to face a difficult period againwhen no longer in this job, althoug a combination of circumstances relating to my ancestral property may have improved things for me now. I can say with confidence that you may never have seen me crying or complaining about"oportunities or anything like that even during those difficult days. or have you? I remember my mother's often repeated lines : " Gurmukh Har hall rahe mastaana./" Of course I am no gurmukh but my mother was one and i worshipped her and worship her memory now. Her memory is my only ardas. And this always gives me strength. I believe in some kind of a concept in which God is not a person standing out there, dishing out favours to those who praise him or is furious with those who don't. My faith in God is in the form of Love, in the form of Energy, the force that runs through us and through everything we see .Therefore, please let us stop washing our ahnds of responsibility by blaming the polticians. They are what they are; that is not the issue. The issue is : are we doing enough to change what we don't like. If the answer is an honest no, then the least we can do is to stop all this breast beating about injsutice, unfairness, or corruption or stuff like that. I hope you don't me wrong. I can give you my word that my honesty will remain un-negotiable . Unfortunaely, I have not been able to live up to my motehr's ideals one hundrd percent. But in most things, I have tried and succeeded to be true to her. Honesty is one of those things.
In response to Pb To's observation that only those with "opportunities" and luck succeed in life.
Fortunately, I have a passion for life and for things like poetry, mysticism etc. Regarding the role that oportunites played in the lives of successful people like Dr. Manmohan SIngh,Mother Teresa , Abraham Lincoln etc. , think that those great men and women created the opportunities that they got. Anyway,the whole point is that it makes better sense to blame oneself for one's lack of great success than to blame anything or anyone else. "Aape beej, aape he khaa..." And i believe that many of the great people we know have actually manufactured their own luck. SurelyI was not born in a log-hut like Lincoln was and i did not have to swim across a river everyday to reach my school, like Lal Bahadur Shastri had to .Although yes, I used to cycle 90 kilometeres (YES NINETY KILOMETERS -- 45 kilometers each way ) every day to teach in a college where I was employed as a lecturer and would not get my salary for months and months together . This went on for nearly two years... and i still feel good about that.I have actually worked as manual labourer ( Yes, as a farm labour, despite having been born in a family of landlords) for one full season of wheat harvest. That was a tough year for our family, and I did not want my mother to feel that her son was an idler. Many may not believe that. But i feel very nice about that also. My mother taught me that work, any work, is always a matter of pride;dishonesty and unwillingness to work are the only sins and cause for shame.(Sharam kaadhi kamm dee, Sharam jhooth te vehle chum dee) I can look back with pride on this life. You may never have seen me complaining about any lack of opportunities even when I was suffering in front of your own eyes, and used to travel five to six hudnred kilometers everyday, using a gas cylinder to save money on petrol in a car that threatened to break down every twenty kilometers. Of course you will remember that. And this was afterIhad been an advisor to the ChiefMinister not once but twice.I will not be surprised if I have to face a difficult period againwhen no longer in this job, althoug a combination of circumstances relating to my ancestral property may have improved things for me now. I can say with confidence that you may never have seen me crying or complaining about"oportunities or anything like that even during those difficult days. or have you? I remember my mother's often repeated lines : " Gurmukh Har hall rahe mastaana./" Of course I am no gurmukh but my mother was one and i worshipped her and worship her memory now. Her memory is my only ardas. And this always gives me strength. I believe in some kind of a concept in which God is not a person standing out there, dishing out favours to those who praise him or is furious with those who don't. My faith in God is in the form of Love, in the form of Energy, the force that runs through us and through everything we see .Therefore, please let us stop washing our ahnds of responsibility by blaming the polticians. They are what they are; that is not the issue. The issue is : are we doing enough to change what we don't like. If the answer is an honest no, then the least we can do is to stop all this breast beating about injsutice, unfairness, or corruption or stuff like that. I hope you don't me wrong. I can give you my word that my honesty will remain un-negotiable . Unfortunaely, I have not been able to live up to my motehr's ideals one hundrd percent. But in most things, I have tried and succeeded to be true to her. Honesty is one of those things.
Saturday, March 27, 2010
A good advisor must eliminate the need for his advice
A successful leader can be judged by the number of advisors he can do without and a successful advisor by the degree to which he renders himself redundant . The latter's advice must always be so good that the leader has no further use for him. The number of unemployed persons a leader keeps as his advisors is generally a sign only of his magnanimity towards those loya to him.But the trouble with leaders is that they allow their aides to strut as advisors; the trouble with advisors is that they mistake this magnanimity as proof of their own indispensability. A good advisor must eliminate the need for his advice, and a good leader must make all his mistakes appear to the result of wrong advice. An adviosr must understand his role as an intellectual bullet proof jacket for his leader.
PASSION AND WISDOM
Nothing great is ever achieved in life without passion. I know it from the number of things I have not achieved. A certain kind and degree of madness is essential to any breakthrough to take human thought and experience to a higher orbit. Wisdom is at best a clean preservative.All progress in evolution of life has bee...n made possible by what are called "rebel genes" who refuse to live by the rules
A rebuttal is a lie told about a lie.
MEDIA MUSINGS
TRUTH IS THAT WHICH RUNS FOR COVER WHENEVER HE SEES A JOURNALIST
" Comedy is when even your appearance on the facebook becomes a source of liveliehood for journalists. Tragedy is when you begin to take that as proof of your fame. Farce is when you and the journalist who writes about you engage in media debate which no one reads. Shame is when your rebuttal of a new item about your death is put in the obituary column. Shocker is when the editor of the newspaper which Reported your death gives a "Correspondence on the subject is closed" note at the bottom of his reporter's version proclaiming , "Despite Mr. --'s denial of the news of his death, we stand by our version of the event. As for ---'s contention that he is still alive, yeh jeena bhi koi jeena hai, lallu ?" Melodrama is when you act outraged by anything written about you by journalists. Bathos is when journalsits see conspiracies behind your being upset over their unread reports. Pathos is when they don't see any. Catastrophe is when no one cares to react to media criticism. Foolishness is when you start expecting newspapers to tell you the truth. Mistaken identity is when you read last years' newspapers as today's, and don't notice the difference.Innocence is media's belief that what they have not told has not happened. Crime is not reporting what has not happened. Sufism is when you start reading a scrap of an old newpaper given to you to wipe your nose.Zen is when you blow your nose into the editorial page. Vanity is when media believes that a Media Advisor is appointed to advise his boss on how to respect the media. Disloyalty to the Boss is when the Media Advisor actually starts giving that advice. Presumptuousness is when advisors begin to believe that the leaders who appointed them need their advice. Mirth is when media watch-dogs begin to believe that they own the treasure they protect. Humility is what must never happen to a journalist; arrogance is saying this in public . Self-confidence is saying this in public and knowing that you won't be understood. Politics is what journalists wouldn't write about if they understood it (They will then be a part of it.) Polticking is being a journalist and pretending that you don't take sides. Truth is that which runs for cover the moment it sees a journalist. Cover is that which you put exposures on. Freedom of expression is that which a journalist is protected against. (You are free to praise the media) Fourth Estate is that which believes that the other three are either redundant or horrendous or probably both. An editor is a person who has learnt that there is nothing to report anyway and therefore "let's commen on what is not worth reporting." Reporter is one who knows he has nothing to report and even less to comment on but will do both with elan. An exclusive is that which the other newspapers have not found fit to publish . Passion is reading all newspapers to check if each one is telling the same lie. Compassion is writing a "letter to the editor" with the opening sentence invariably reading "Kudos to your .... or .. You have rightly pointed ....Hats off to ...or ..You deserve the gratitude of all countrymen ...".( It is usually done on compassionate grounds in order to ensure that the editor has something to show to both his wife and his employers) "A Letters to the Edior" column is a cathedral wherein you are free to take part in praising the Almighty. A correspondent is one who has mastered the art of one way correspondence. A principal correspondent is one who has majored in this principle. A special correspondent is one who knows there never ever was anything for anyone to respond to , but if someone dared to, then he will always have enough members of the union behind him to stop the editor from publishing a rebuttal of his story. A rebuttal is a lie told about a lie. A stringer is a man who does all the reporting that the sub-editor is paid to reject. A sub-editor is a person who has been taught by his wife the art of shutting up. A Chief Sub is a person who should have been a wife. A news ediotr is a person who makes sure that all the news is edited out of any report. An Associate Editor is a is a wife who should have been a mistress. The Chairman of the Trust or a governing body of a newspaper is an all powerful wife who desperately wants to be a mistress. And finally, a newspaper is a one way facebook. (MORE -- only if provoked)
TRUTH IS THAT WHICH RUNS FOR COVER WHENEVER HE SEES A JOURNALIST
" Comedy is when even your appearance on the facebook becomes a source of liveliehood for journalists. Tragedy is when you begin to take that as proof of your fame. Farce is when you and the journalist who writes about you engage in media debate which no one reads. Shame is when your rebuttal of a new item about your death is put in the obituary column. Shocker is when the editor of the newspaper which Reported your death gives a "Correspondence on the subject is closed" note at the bottom of his reporter's version proclaiming , "Despite Mr. --'s denial of the news of his death, we stand by our version of the event. As for ---'s contention that he is still alive, yeh jeena bhi koi jeena hai, lallu ?" Melodrama is when you act outraged by anything written about you by journalists. Bathos is when journalsits see conspiracies behind your being upset over their unread reports. Pathos is when they don't see any. Catastrophe is when no one cares to react to media criticism. Foolishness is when you start expecting newspapers to tell you the truth. Mistaken identity is when you read last years' newspapers as today's, and don't notice the difference.Innocence is media's belief that what they have not told has not happened. Crime is not reporting what has not happened. Sufism is when you start reading a scrap of an old newpaper given to you to wipe your nose.Zen is when you blow your nose into the editorial page. Vanity is when media believes that a Media Advisor is appointed to advise his boss on how to respect the media. Disloyalty to the Boss is when the Media Advisor actually starts giving that advice. Presumptuousness is when advisors begin to believe that the leaders who appointed them need their advice. Mirth is when media watch-dogs begin to believe that they own the treasure they protect. Humility is what must never happen to a journalist; arrogance is saying this in public . Self-confidence is saying this in public and knowing that you won't be understood. Politics is what journalists wouldn't write about if they understood it (They will then be a part of it.) Polticking is being a journalist and pretending that you don't take sides. Truth is that which runs for cover the moment it sees a journalist. Cover is that which you put exposures on. Freedom of expression is that which a journalist is protected against. (You are free to praise the media) Fourth Estate is that which believes that the other three are either redundant or horrendous or probably both. An editor is a person who has learnt that there is nothing to report anyway and therefore "let's commen on what is not worth reporting." Reporter is one who knows he has nothing to report and even less to comment on but will do both with elan. An exclusive is that which the other newspapers have not found fit to publish . Passion is reading all newspapers to check if each one is telling the same lie. Compassion is writing a "letter to the editor" with the opening sentence invariably reading "Kudos to your .... or .. You have rightly pointed ....Hats off to ...or ..You deserve the gratitude of all countrymen ...".( It is usually done on compassionate grounds in order to ensure that the editor has something to show to both his wife and his employers) "A Letters to the Edior" column is a cathedral wherein you are free to take part in praising the Almighty. A correspondent is one who has mastered the art of one way correspondence. A principal correspondent is one who has majored in this principle. A special correspondent is one who knows there never ever was anything for anyone to respond to , but if someone dared to, then he will always have enough members of the union behind him to stop the editor from publishing a rebuttal of his story. A rebuttal is a lie told about a lie. A stringer is a man who does all the reporting that the sub-editor is paid to reject. A sub-editor is a person who has been taught by his wife the art of shutting up. A Chief Sub is a person who should have been a wife. A news ediotr is a person who makes sure that all the news is edited out of any report. An Associate Editor is a is a wife who should have been a mistress. The Chairman of the Trust or a governing body of a newspaper is an all powerful wife who desperately wants to be a mistress. And finally, a newspaper is a one way facebook. (MORE -- only if provoked)
A rebuttal is a lie told about a lie.
MEDIA MUSINGS
TRUTH IS THAT WHICH RUNS FOR COVER WHENEVER HE SEES A JOURNALIST
" Comedy is when even your appearance on the facebook becomes a source of liveliehood for journalists. Tragedy is when you begin to take that as proof of your fame. Farce is when you and the journalist who writes about you engage in media debate which no one reads. Shame is when your rebuttal of a new item about your ... See Moredeath is put in the obituary column. Shocker is when the editor of the newspaper which Reported your death gives a "Correspondence on the subject is closed" note at the bottom of his reporter's version proclaiming , "Despite Mr. --'s denial of the news of his death, we stand by our version of the event. As for ---'s contention that he is still alive, yeh jeena bhi koi jeena hai, lallu ?" Melodrama is when you act outraged by anything written about you by journalists. Bathos is when journalsits see conspiracies behind your being upset over their unread reports. Pathos is when they don't see any. Catastrophe is when no one cares to react to media criticism. Foolishness is when you start expecting newspapers to tell you the truth. Mistaken identity is when you read last years' newspapers as today's, and don't notice the difference.Innocence is media's belief that what they have not told has not happened. Crime is not reporting what has not happened. Sufism is when you start reading a scrap of an old newpaper given to you to wipe your nose.Zen is when you blow your nose into the editorial page. Vanity is when media believes that a Media Advisor is appointed to advise his boss on how to respect the media. Disloyalty to the Boss is when the Media Advisor actually starts giving that advice. Presumptuousness is when advisors begin to believe that the leaders who appointed them need their advice. Mirth is when media watch-dogs begin to believe that they own the treasure they protect. Humility is what must never happen to journalist; arrogance is saying this in public . Self-confidence is saying this in public and knowing that you won't be understood. Politics is what journalists wouldn't write about if they understood it (They will then be a part of it.) Polticking is being a journalist and pretending that you don't take sides. Truth is that which runs for cover the moment it sees a journalist. Cover is that which you put exposures on. Freedom of expression is that which a journalist is protected against. (You are free to praise the media) Fourth Estate is that which believes that the other three are either redundant or horrendous or probably both. An editor is a person who has learnt that there is nothing to report anyway and therefore "let's commen on what is not worth reporting." Reporter is one who knows he has nothing to report and even less to comment but will do both with fanfare. An exclusive is that which the other newspapers have not fit to publish . Passion is reading all newspapers to check if each one is telling the same lie. Compassion is writing a "letter to the editor" with the opening sentence invariably reading "Kudos to your .... or .. You have rightly pointed ....Hats off to ...or ..You deserve the gratitude of all countrymen ...".( It is usually done on compassionate grounds in order to ensure that the editor has something to show to both his wife and his employers) "A Letters to the Edior" column is a cathedral wherein you are free to take part in praising the Almighty. A correspondent is one who has mastered the art of one way correspondence. a principal correspondent is has majored in this principle. A special correspondent is one who knows there never ever was anything for anyone to respond to , but if someone dared to, then he will always enough members of the union to behind him to stop the editor from publishing a rebuttal to his story. A rebuttal is a lie told about a lie. A stringer is a man who does all the reporting that the sub-editor is paid to reject. A sub-editor is a person who has been taught by his wife the art of shutting up. A Chief Sub is a person who should been a wife. A news ediotr is a person who makes sure that all the news is edited out of any report. An Associate Editor is a person is a wife who should have been a mistress. The Chairman of the Trust or a governing body of a newspaper is an all powerful wife who desperately wants to be a mistress. And finally, a newspaper is a one way facebook. (MORE -- only if provoked)
TRUTH IS THAT WHICH RUNS FOR COVER WHENEVER HE SEES A JOURNALIST
" Comedy is when even your appearance on the facebook becomes a source of liveliehood for journalists. Tragedy is when you begin to take that as proof of your fame. Farce is when you and the journalist who writes about you engage in media debate which no one reads. Shame is when your rebuttal of a new item about your ... See Moredeath is put in the obituary column. Shocker is when the editor of the newspaper which Reported your death gives a "Correspondence on the subject is closed" note at the bottom of his reporter's version proclaiming , "Despite Mr. --'s denial of the news of his death, we stand by our version of the event. As for ---'s contention that he is still alive, yeh jeena bhi koi jeena hai, lallu ?" Melodrama is when you act outraged by anything written about you by journalists. Bathos is when journalsits see conspiracies behind your being upset over their unread reports. Pathos is when they don't see any. Catastrophe is when no one cares to react to media criticism. Foolishness is when you start expecting newspapers to tell you the truth. Mistaken identity is when you read last years' newspapers as today's, and don't notice the difference.Innocence is media's belief that what they have not told has not happened. Crime is not reporting what has not happened. Sufism is when you start reading a scrap of an old newpaper given to you to wipe your nose.Zen is when you blow your nose into the editorial page. Vanity is when media believes that a Media Advisor is appointed to advise his boss on how to respect the media. Disloyalty to the Boss is when the Media Advisor actually starts giving that advice. Presumptuousness is when advisors begin to believe that the leaders who appointed them need their advice. Mirth is when media watch-dogs begin to believe that they own the treasure they protect. Humility is what must never happen to journalist; arrogance is saying this in public . Self-confidence is saying this in public and knowing that you won't be understood. Politics is what journalists wouldn't write about if they understood it (They will then be a part of it.) Polticking is being a journalist and pretending that you don't take sides. Truth is that which runs for cover the moment it sees a journalist. Cover is that which you put exposures on. Freedom of expression is that which a journalist is protected against. (You are free to praise the media) Fourth Estate is that which believes that the other three are either redundant or horrendous or probably both. An editor is a person who has learnt that there is nothing to report anyway and therefore "let's commen on what is not worth reporting." Reporter is one who knows he has nothing to report and even less to comment but will do both with fanfare. An exclusive is that which the other newspapers have not fit to publish . Passion is reading all newspapers to check if each one is telling the same lie. Compassion is writing a "letter to the editor" with the opening sentence invariably reading "Kudos to your .... or .. You have rightly pointed ....Hats off to ...or ..You deserve the gratitude of all countrymen ...".( It is usually done on compassionate grounds in order to ensure that the editor has something to show to both his wife and his employers) "A Letters to the Edior" column is a cathedral wherein you are free to take part in praising the Almighty. A correspondent is one who has mastered the art of one way correspondence. a principal correspondent is has majored in this principle. A special correspondent is one who knows there never ever was anything for anyone to respond to , but if someone dared to, then he will always enough members of the union to behind him to stop the editor from publishing a rebuttal to his story. A rebuttal is a lie told about a lie. A stringer is a man who does all the reporting that the sub-editor is paid to reject. A sub-editor is a person who has been taught by his wife the art of shutting up. A Chief Sub is a person who should been a wife. A news ediotr is a person who makes sure that all the news is edited out of any report. An Associate Editor is a person is a wife who should have been a mistress. The Chairman of the Trust or a governing body of a newspaper is an all powerful wife who desperately wants to be a mistress. And finally, a newspaper is a one way facebook. (MORE -- only if provoked)
Thursday, March 25, 2010
yaarde da sathhar
ਵਸਲ ਦੀ ਸੇਜ
ਲੱਖ ਸੂਲੀ ਲੱਖ ਜ਼ਹਿਰ ਪਿਆਲੇ , ਇਸ਼ਕ਼ ਦੇ ਪੱਲੇ ਆਵਣ ਹੋ ,
ਜੇਹੜੇ ਲਭ ਦੇ ਰਾਹ ਸੁਖ੍ਹਲੇ ਔਹ ਇਸ ਰਾਹ ਕਿਓਂ ਜਾਵਣ ਹੋ I
ਲੱਖ ਚੁਰਾਸੀ ਗੇੜ ਤੋਂ ਲੰਬਾ ਪਲ ਇਸ਼ਕੇ ਦੀ ਪੀੜਾ ਦਾ ,
ਪਰ ਨੱਚਦੇ ਜੋ ਸੀਸ ਤਲੀ ਧਰ , ਉਹੀ ਹੁਜੂਰ ਨੂੰ ਪਾਵਨ ਹੋ I
ਤੋੜ ਰਿਵਾਜ ਲੱਖਾਂ ਰੌਹ ਰਸਮਾਂ , ਪ੍ਰੀਤ ਦੀ ਰੀਤ ਨਿਭਾਵਣ ਹੋ,
ਪ੍ਰੀਤ ਦੀ ਰੀਤ ਨਿਭਾਵਣ ਖਾਤਿਰ ਜਿੰਦ ਅਜਾਬੀੰ ਪਾਵਣ ਹੋ I
ਬਿਸ ਪਿਆਲੇ ਨੂੰ ਕ੍ਰਿਪਾ ਜਲ ਦਸ , ਹੱਸ ਹੱਸ ਕੰਠ ਲੰਘਾਵਨ ਹੋ ,
ਨਸ਼ਾ ਮੌਤ ਦਾ ਪੀ ਪੀ ਨੱਚਦੇ , ਵਾਂਗ ਫਕੀਰਾਂ ਗਾਵਣ ਹੋ I
ਲੱਖ ਖੰਜਰ , ਲੱਖ ਤੇਗਾਂ ,ਬਰਛੇ , ਜੇ ਕਰ ਆਣ ਡਰਾਵਣ ਹੋ,
"ਮੈਂ ਨਾਚੂਂਗੀ " ਆਖੇ ਮੀਰਾ , ਲੱਖ ਲਸ਼੍ਕਰ ਆ ਜਾਵਣ ਹੋ I
ਰੋਗ ਰਜਾਈਆਂ ਦਾ ਓਢਣ ਛੱਡ ਕੇ ਮਿੱਤਰ ਪਿਆਰੇ ਆਵਣ ਜੋ,
ਯਾਰੜੇ ਦੇ ਸੱਥਰ ਤੇ ਓਹੀ ਵਸਲ ਦੀ ਸੇਜ ਸਜਾਵਣ ਹੋ I
Vassal di sej
Lakh sooli, lakh zehar piale, ishq de pallay aavan ho,
Jehrhe labbh de raah sukhalle, oh is raah kiyon jaavan ho !
Lakh chuaraasi gerh ton lamba, pal ishqe di peerha da,
Par nachade jo sees tali dhar, ohi huzoor nu paavan ho,
Torh rivaaj lakhaan roh–rassama, preet di reet nibhavan ho.
Preet di reet nibhavan khatir, jind a...jaabin paavan ho,
Biss piyaale nu kirpa jal keh, hus hus kanth langhaavan ho.
Nasha maut da pee pee nachde, Vaang fakiraan gaavan ho
Lakh khanjar, lakh barcche, tegaan, je kar aan draavan ho,
"Main Naachoongi" aakhe Meera, lakh lashkar aa jaavan ho.
Rog rajaiaan odhan chhad ghar mitter piyaare jaavan ho,
Yararhe de sathar te ohi vassal di sej sajaavan ho,
ਲੱਖ ਸੂਲੀ ਲੱਖ ਜ਼ਹਿਰ ਪਿਆਲੇ , ਇਸ਼ਕ਼ ਦੇ ਪੱਲੇ ਆਵਣ ਹੋ ,
ਜੇਹੜੇ ਲਭ ਦੇ ਰਾਹ ਸੁਖ੍ਹਲੇ ਔਹ ਇਸ ਰਾਹ ਕਿਓਂ ਜਾਵਣ ਹੋ I
ਲੱਖ ਚੁਰਾਸੀ ਗੇੜ ਤੋਂ ਲੰਬਾ ਪਲ ਇਸ਼ਕੇ ਦੀ ਪੀੜਾ ਦਾ ,
ਪਰ ਨੱਚਦੇ ਜੋ ਸੀਸ ਤਲੀ ਧਰ , ਉਹੀ ਹੁਜੂਰ ਨੂੰ ਪਾਵਨ ਹੋ I
ਤੋੜ ਰਿਵਾਜ ਲੱਖਾਂ ਰੌਹ ਰਸਮਾਂ , ਪ੍ਰੀਤ ਦੀ ਰੀਤ ਨਿਭਾਵਣ ਹੋ,
ਪ੍ਰੀਤ ਦੀ ਰੀਤ ਨਿਭਾਵਣ ਖਾਤਿਰ ਜਿੰਦ ਅਜਾਬੀੰ ਪਾਵਣ ਹੋ I
ਬਿਸ ਪਿਆਲੇ ਨੂੰ ਕ੍ਰਿਪਾ ਜਲ ਦਸ , ਹੱਸ ਹੱਸ ਕੰਠ ਲੰਘਾਵਨ ਹੋ ,
ਨਸ਼ਾ ਮੌਤ ਦਾ ਪੀ ਪੀ ਨੱਚਦੇ , ਵਾਂਗ ਫਕੀਰਾਂ ਗਾਵਣ ਹੋ I
ਲੱਖ ਖੰਜਰ , ਲੱਖ ਤੇਗਾਂ ,ਬਰਛੇ , ਜੇ ਕਰ ਆਣ ਡਰਾਵਣ ਹੋ,
"ਮੈਂ ਨਾਚੂਂਗੀ " ਆਖੇ ਮੀਰਾ , ਲੱਖ ਲਸ਼੍ਕਰ ਆ ਜਾਵਣ ਹੋ I
ਰੋਗ ਰਜਾਈਆਂ ਦਾ ਓਢਣ ਛੱਡ ਕੇ ਮਿੱਤਰ ਪਿਆਰੇ ਆਵਣ ਜੋ,
ਯਾਰੜੇ ਦੇ ਸੱਥਰ ਤੇ ਓਹੀ ਵਸਲ ਦੀ ਸੇਜ ਸਜਾਵਣ ਹੋ I
Vassal di sej
Lakh sooli, lakh zehar piale, ishq de pallay aavan ho,
Jehrhe labbh de raah sukhalle, oh is raah kiyon jaavan ho !
Lakh chuaraasi gerh ton lamba, pal ishqe di peerha da,
Par nachade jo sees tali dhar, ohi huzoor nu paavan ho,
Torh rivaaj lakhaan roh–rassama, preet di reet nibhavan ho.
Preet di reet nibhavan khatir, jind a...jaabin paavan ho,
Biss piyaale nu kirpa jal keh, hus hus kanth langhaavan ho.
Nasha maut da pee pee nachde, Vaang fakiraan gaavan ho
Lakh khanjar, lakh barcche, tegaan, je kar aan draavan ho,
"Main Naachoongi" aakhe Meera, lakh lashkar aa jaavan ho.
Rog rajaiaan odhan chhad ghar mitter piyaare jaavan ho,
Yararhe de sathar te ohi vassal di sej sajaavan ho,
Tuesday, March 23, 2010
what wealth will love be left with when robbed its pain.
Sanchali Singh wrote on March 23: The lovers show the intensity of their abandonment to an overmastering will. "They see only themselves in the universe." That is the true moral of their fate. But, even under the direst calamity, they catch at the one joy which is left--the short meeting before the parting. And what a parting it is! Here again comes the triumph of the beautiful over the merely tragic. They are once more calm. There love again breathes of all the sweet sights and sounds in a world of beauty. They are parting, but the almost happy Juliet says:
It is not yet near day--
Believe me, love, it was the nightingale.
Romeo, who sees the danger of delay, is not deceived:
harcharan bains wrote march 23:
Yes, It is the lark, the herald of day ! It always is. And thank God for that, for what wealth will be love's sustenance when robbed of its pain. Read the post below! what coincidence ! -- although , to be honest, it was written many months ago.
March 23:
hit and run, and snipe and slink before the someone has time to recover and react . excellent warfare.
It is not yet near day--
Believe me, love, it was the nightingale.
Romeo, who sees the danger of delay, is not deceived:
harcharan bains wrote march 23:
Yes, It is the lark, the herald of day ! It always is. And thank God for that, for what wealth will be love's sustenance when robbed of its pain. Read the post below! what coincidence ! -- although , to be honest, it was written many months ago.
March 23:
hit and run, and snipe and slink before the someone has time to recover and react . excellent warfare.
MAA -- MOTHER
ਮਾਂ
ਮਾਂ ਮੁਰਸ਼ਦ ,ਮਾਂ ਪੀਰ ਪੈਗੰਬਰ , ਮਾਂ ਬਿਨ ਗਿਆਨ ਨਾ ਕੋਈ ,
ਮਾਂ ਜਪ-ਤਪ , ਮਾਂ ਸੰਜਮ ਪੂਜਾ , ਮਾਂ ਗੁਰੂਆਂ ਦੀ ਢੋਈ I
ਮੇਰੇ ਭਾਗ , ਮੇਰੇ ਗੁਣ -ਓਗਣ , ਤੋਲੇ ਬੈਠਾ ਸ਼ਾਹ ਕਰੀਮ,
ਕਰਮ ਬਿਨਾ ਪਰ ਰਹਿਮ ਜੋ ਲੋਚਾਂ, ਤਾਂ ਬਸ ਮਾਂ ਰਹਮਾਨ ਰਹੀਮ [
ਮਹਾਂਵੀਰ ,ਮੁਹੰਮਦ ,ਈਸਾ , ਨਾਨਕ , ਬੁੱਲੇ ਸ਼ਾਹ , ਕਬੀਰ ,
ਲਖ ਤੀਰਥ , ਲਖ ਵੇਦ ਕਤੇਬਾਂ , ਲਖ ਸਾਈ, ਪੈਗੰਬਰ ਪੀਰ I
ਇਹ ਨਾ ਦੇਵਣ ਠੰਡੀ ਛਾਂ ਓਹ ਜੇਹੜੀ ਦੇਵੇ ਮੇਰੀ ਮਾਂ ,
ਖੁਦਾਈਆਂ ਖੁਦਾ ਨੂੰ ਲਖ ਮੁਬਾਰਕ ਤੇ ਮੇਨੂੰ ਬੱਸ ਮੇਰੀ ਮਾਂ I
ਜੇ ਰੱਬ ਹੋਵੇ ਮਾਂ ਵਰਗਾ ਤਾਂ ਸੱਜਦੇ ਲਖ ਕਰੋੜ ਕਰਾਂ I
ਨਹੀਂ ਤਾਂ ਹੋਵਣ ਰੱਬ ਕਰੋੜਾਂ , ਪਰ ਇਕ ਪਾਸੇ ਮੇਰੀ ਮਾਂ I
ਮਾਂ
Maa murshad, maa peer paigambar, maa bin gian na hoi/
Maa jap tap tap, maa sanjam pooja, maa guruaan di ddhoi/
Mere bhaag, mere gun-augun, tole betha shaoh karim/
Reham main lochaan karam bina taan, maa he ikk rehmaa-rahim/
Mahavir, Mohammad, Issa, Nanak, Bulla ,Budh Kabir,
Lakh teerath, lakh ved katebaan, lakh sain, paigambar peer/
Eh na devan thhandi chhaan oh jehri deve meri maa/
Khudai khuda nu lakh mubarak, te mainu bus meri maa./
Je rab hove maa varga taan sajade lakh crore karaan/
Nahin taan hovan rab croraan, maan varga taan ik v naa./
ਮਾਂ ਮੁਰਸ਼ਦ ,ਮਾਂ ਪੀਰ ਪੈਗੰਬਰ , ਮਾਂ ਬਿਨ ਗਿਆਨ ਨਾ ਕੋਈ ,
ਮਾਂ ਜਪ-ਤਪ , ਮਾਂ ਸੰਜਮ ਪੂਜਾ , ਮਾਂ ਗੁਰੂਆਂ ਦੀ ਢੋਈ I
ਮੇਰੇ ਭਾਗ , ਮੇਰੇ ਗੁਣ -ਓਗਣ , ਤੋਲੇ ਬੈਠਾ ਸ਼ਾਹ ਕਰੀਮ,
ਕਰਮ ਬਿਨਾ ਪਰ ਰਹਿਮ ਜੋ ਲੋਚਾਂ, ਤਾਂ ਬਸ ਮਾਂ ਰਹਮਾਨ ਰਹੀਮ [
ਮਹਾਂਵੀਰ ,ਮੁਹੰਮਦ ,ਈਸਾ , ਨਾਨਕ , ਬੁੱਲੇ ਸ਼ਾਹ , ਕਬੀਰ ,
ਲਖ ਤੀਰਥ , ਲਖ ਵੇਦ ਕਤੇਬਾਂ , ਲਖ ਸਾਈ, ਪੈਗੰਬਰ ਪੀਰ I
ਇਹ ਨਾ ਦੇਵਣ ਠੰਡੀ ਛਾਂ ਓਹ ਜੇਹੜੀ ਦੇਵੇ ਮੇਰੀ ਮਾਂ ,
ਖੁਦਾਈਆਂ ਖੁਦਾ ਨੂੰ ਲਖ ਮੁਬਾਰਕ ਤੇ ਮੇਨੂੰ ਬੱਸ ਮੇਰੀ ਮਾਂ I
ਜੇ ਰੱਬ ਹੋਵੇ ਮਾਂ ਵਰਗਾ ਤਾਂ ਸੱਜਦੇ ਲਖ ਕਰੋੜ ਕਰਾਂ I
ਨਹੀਂ ਤਾਂ ਹੋਵਣ ਰੱਬ ਕਰੋੜਾਂ , ਪਰ ਇਕ ਪਾਸੇ ਮੇਰੀ ਮਾਂ I
ਮਾਂ
Maa murshad, maa peer paigambar, maa bin gian na hoi/
Maa jap tap tap, maa sanjam pooja, maa guruaan di ddhoi/
Mere bhaag, mere gun-augun, tole betha shaoh karim/
Reham main lochaan karam bina taan, maa he ikk rehmaa-rahim/
Mahavir, Mohammad, Issa, Nanak, Bulla ,Budh Kabir,
Lakh teerath, lakh ved katebaan, lakh sain, paigambar peer/
Eh na devan thhandi chhaan oh jehri deve meri maa/
Khudai khuda nu lakh mubarak, te mainu bus meri maa./
Je rab hove maa varga taan sajade lakh crore karaan/
Nahin taan hovan rab croraan, maan varga taan ik v naa./
MAA -- MOTHER
ਮਾਂ
ਮਾਂ ਮੁਰਸ਼ਦ ,ਮਾਂ ਪੀਰ ਪੈਗੰਬਰ , ਮਾਂ ਬਿਨ ਗਿਆਨ ਨਾ ਕੋਈ ,
ਮਾਂ ਜਪ-ਤਪ , ਮਾਂ ਸੰਜਮ ਪੂਜਾ , ਮਾਂ ਗੁਰੂਆਂ ਦੀ ਢੋਈ I
ਮੇਰੇ ਭਾਗ , ਮੇਰੇ ਗੁਣ -ਓਗਣ , ਤੋਲੇ ਬੈਠਾ ਸ਼ਾਹ ਕਰੀਮ,
ਕਰਮ ਬਿਨਾ ਪਰ ਰਹਿਮ ਜੋ ਲੋਚਾਂ, ਤਾਂ ਬਸ ਮਾਂ ਰਹਮਾਨ ਰਹੀਮ [
ਮਹਾਂਵੀਰ ,ਮੁਹੰਮਦ ,ਈਸਾ , ਨਾਨਕ , ਬੁੱਲੇ ਸ਼ਾਹ , ਕਬੀਰ ,
ਲਖ ਤੀਰਥ , ਲਖ ਵੇਦ ਕਤੇਬਾਂ , ਲਖ ਸਾਈ, ਪੈਗੰਬਰ ਪੀਰ I
ਇਹ ਨਾ ਦੇਵਣ ਠੰਡੀ ਛਾਂ ਓਹ ਜੇਹੜੀ ਦੇਵੇ ਮੇਰੀ ਮਾਂ ,
ਖੁਦਾਈਆਂ ਖੁਦਾ ਨੂੰ ਲਖ ਮੁਬਾਰਕ ਤੇ ਮੇਨੂੰ ਬੱਸ ਮੇਰੀ ਮਾਂ I
ਜੇ ਰੱਬ ਹੋਵੇ ਮਾਂ ਵਰਗਾ ਤਾਂ ਸੱਜਦੇ ਲਖ ਕਰੋੜ ਕਰਾਂ I
ਨਹੀਂ ਤਾਂ ਹੋਵਣ ਰੱਬ ਕਰੋੜਾਂ , ਪਰ ਇਕ ਪਾਸੇ ਮੇਰੀ ਮਾਂ I
ਮਾਂ
Maa murshad, maa peer paigambar, maa bin gian na hoi/
Maa jap tap tap, maa sanjam pooja, maa guruaan di ddhoi/
Mere bhaag, mere gun-augun, tole betha shaoh karim/
Reham main lochaan karam bina taan, maa he ikk rehmaa-rahim/
Mahavir, Mohammad, Issa, Nanak, Bulla ,Budh Kabir,
Lakh teerath, lakh ved katebaan, lakh sain, paigambar peer/
Eh na devan thhandi chhaan oh jehri deve meri maa/
Khudai khuda nu lakh mubarak, te mainu bus meri maa./
Je rab hove maa varga taan sajade lakh crore karaan/
Nahin taan hovan rab croraan, maan varga taan ik v naa./
ਮਾਂ ਮੁਰਸ਼ਦ ,ਮਾਂ ਪੀਰ ਪੈਗੰਬਰ , ਮਾਂ ਬਿਨ ਗਿਆਨ ਨਾ ਕੋਈ ,
ਮਾਂ ਜਪ-ਤਪ , ਮਾਂ ਸੰਜਮ ਪੂਜਾ , ਮਾਂ ਗੁਰੂਆਂ ਦੀ ਢੋਈ I
ਮੇਰੇ ਭਾਗ , ਮੇਰੇ ਗੁਣ -ਓਗਣ , ਤੋਲੇ ਬੈਠਾ ਸ਼ਾਹ ਕਰੀਮ,
ਕਰਮ ਬਿਨਾ ਪਰ ਰਹਿਮ ਜੋ ਲੋਚਾਂ, ਤਾਂ ਬਸ ਮਾਂ ਰਹਮਾਨ ਰਹੀਮ [
ਮਹਾਂਵੀਰ ,ਮੁਹੰਮਦ ,ਈਸਾ , ਨਾਨਕ , ਬੁੱਲੇ ਸ਼ਾਹ , ਕਬੀਰ ,
ਲਖ ਤੀਰਥ , ਲਖ ਵੇਦ ਕਤੇਬਾਂ , ਲਖ ਸਾਈ, ਪੈਗੰਬਰ ਪੀਰ I
ਇਹ ਨਾ ਦੇਵਣ ਠੰਡੀ ਛਾਂ ਓਹ ਜੇਹੜੀ ਦੇਵੇ ਮੇਰੀ ਮਾਂ ,
ਖੁਦਾਈਆਂ ਖੁਦਾ ਨੂੰ ਲਖ ਮੁਬਾਰਕ ਤੇ ਮੇਨੂੰ ਬੱਸ ਮੇਰੀ ਮਾਂ I
ਜੇ ਰੱਬ ਹੋਵੇ ਮਾਂ ਵਰਗਾ ਤਾਂ ਸੱਜਦੇ ਲਖ ਕਰੋੜ ਕਰਾਂ I
ਨਹੀਂ ਤਾਂ ਹੋਵਣ ਰੱਬ ਕਰੋੜਾਂ , ਪਰ ਇਕ ਪਾਸੇ ਮੇਰੀ ਮਾਂ I
ਮਾਂ
Maa murshad, maa peer paigambar, maa bin gian na hoi/
Maa jap tap tap, maa sanjam pooja, maa guruaan di ddhoi/
Mere bhaag, mere gun-augun, tole betha shaoh karim/
Reham main lochaan karam bina taan, maa he ikk rehmaa-rahim/
Mahavir, Mohammad, Issa, Nanak, Bulla ,Budh Kabir,
Lakh teerath, lakh ved katebaan, lakh sain, paigambar peer/
Eh na devan thhandi chhaan oh jehri deve meri maa/
Khudai khuda nu lakh mubarak, te mainu bus meri maa./
Je rab hove maa varga taan sajade lakh crore karaan/
Nahin taan hovan rab croraan, maan varga taan ik v naa./
ਹੁਣ ਰਹਿੰਦੀ ਗਲ ਸ਼ਹੀਦ ਦੀ ਨੂੰ ਦਿਓ ਤੁਸੀਂ ਦਫਨਾ ,
"
ਹਰਚਰਨ ਬੈਂਸ
ਭਗਤ ਭਗਤ ਸਭ ਆਖਦੇ , ਬਿਨ ਭਗਤੀ ਬਿਨ ਪ੍ਰੀਤ ,
ਭਗਤ ਮਨੋਂ ਨਾ ਉਪਜੇ , ਤਾਂ ਤਨ ਮਨ ਜੀਭ ਪਲੀਤ [
ਭਗਤ ਭਗਤ ਰਟੇ ਕਿਆ ਮਿਲੇ , ਜੇ ਮਨ ਹੋਸ਼ ਨਾ ਜੋਸ਼ ,
ਬਾਹਰ ਬਸੰਤੀ ਚੋਲ੍ੜੇ ਮਨ ਚਿੱਟੇ ਖਦਰ ਪੋਸ਼ [
ਭਗਤ ਨਾ ਘਰ ਘਰ ਜੰਮਦੇ, ਕਿਓਂ ਮਾਰੇਂ ਲਾਲ ਸਲਾਮ?
ਤੇਰੀ ਯਾਰੀ ਭਾਗੋ ਮਲਕ ਨਾਲ , ਕਿਓਂ ਤੋਲੇ ਕੁਫਰ ਹਰਾਮ [
ਜਿਹਨਾਂ ਚੀਚੀ ਵੀ ਕਟਵਾਇ ਨਾ ਉਹ ਗਾਉਣ ਭਗਤ ਦੇ ਗੀਤ ,
ਉਏ ਹਾਏ ਉਹ ਰੱਬਾ ਡਾਢਿਆ , ਇਹ ਕੇਹੀ ਕੋਮ ਦੀ ਰੀਤ [
ਮੂਂਹ ਤੇ ਲਾਲ ਸਲਾਮ ਗੱਡੀ ਤੇ ਵੀ ਬੱਤੀ ਲਾਲ ,
ਇਨਕਲਾਬ ਦੇ ਕਾਫਲੇ ਸੋ ਏ ਸੀ ਕਾਰਾਂ ਨਾਲ [
ਚੰਡੀਗੜ੍ਹ ਫਰਜੰਦ ਮੇਰਾ ਤੇ ਧਰਨੇ ਉਗਰਾਹਾਂ ,
ਅਧੀ ਜੱਟ ਮਲੂਕ ਦੀ ਅਧੀ, ਮੁਲਾਹਜੇ ਦਾਰਾਂ [
ਭਗਤ ਪ੍ਰਗਟੇ ਸਭ ਆਖਦੇ , ਅਖਾਂ ਵਿਚ ਹੰਝੂ ਭਰ ,
"ਘਰ ਘਰ ਜੰਮੇ ਭਗਤ ਜੀ, ਨਾ ਐਪਰ ਮੇਰੇ ਘਰ ["
ਹੁਣ ਰਹਿੰਦੀ ਗਲ ਸ਼ਹੀਦ ਦੀ ਨੂੰ ਦਿਓ ਤੁਸੀਂ ਦਫਨਾ ,
ਇਹ ਦੇ ਗਲ ਚੋਂ ਰਸੀ ਲਾਹ ਕੇ ਦਿਓ ਭਾਰਤ ਰਤਨ ਸਜਾ [[
ਹਰਚਰਨ ਬੈਂਸ
ਭਗਤ ਭਗਤ ਸਭ ਆਖਦੇ , ਬਿਨ ਭਗਤੀ ਬਿਨ ਪ੍ਰੀਤ ,
ਭਗਤ ਮਨੋਂ ਨਾ ਉਪਜੇ , ਤਾਂ ਤਨ ਮਨ ਜੀਭ ਪਲੀਤ [
ਭਗਤ ਭਗਤ ਰਟੇ ਕਿਆ ਮਿਲੇ , ਜੇ ਮਨ ਹੋਸ਼ ਨਾ ਜੋਸ਼ ,
ਬਾਹਰ ਬਸੰਤੀ ਚੋਲ੍ੜੇ ਮਨ ਚਿੱਟੇ ਖਦਰ ਪੋਸ਼ [
ਭਗਤ ਨਾ ਘਰ ਘਰ ਜੰਮਦੇ, ਕਿਓਂ ਮਾਰੇਂ ਲਾਲ ਸਲਾਮ?
ਤੇਰੀ ਯਾਰੀ ਭਾਗੋ ਮਲਕ ਨਾਲ , ਕਿਓਂ ਤੋਲੇ ਕੁਫਰ ਹਰਾਮ [
ਜਿਹਨਾਂ ਚੀਚੀ ਵੀ ਕਟਵਾਇ ਨਾ ਉਹ ਗਾਉਣ ਭਗਤ ਦੇ ਗੀਤ ,
ਉਏ ਹਾਏ ਉਹ ਰੱਬਾ ਡਾਢਿਆ , ਇਹ ਕੇਹੀ ਕੋਮ ਦੀ ਰੀਤ [
ਮੂਂਹ ਤੇ ਲਾਲ ਸਲਾਮ ਗੱਡੀ ਤੇ ਵੀ ਬੱਤੀ ਲਾਲ ,
ਇਨਕਲਾਬ ਦੇ ਕਾਫਲੇ ਸੋ ਏ ਸੀ ਕਾਰਾਂ ਨਾਲ [
ਚੰਡੀਗੜ੍ਹ ਫਰਜੰਦ ਮੇਰਾ ਤੇ ਧਰਨੇ ਉਗਰਾਹਾਂ ,
ਅਧੀ ਜੱਟ ਮਲੂਕ ਦੀ ਅਧੀ, ਮੁਲਾਹਜੇ ਦਾਰਾਂ [
ਭਗਤ ਪ੍ਰਗਟੇ ਸਭ ਆਖਦੇ , ਅਖਾਂ ਵਿਚ ਹੰਝੂ ਭਰ ,
"ਘਰ ਘਰ ਜੰਮੇ ਭਗਤ ਜੀ, ਨਾ ਐਪਰ ਮੇਰੇ ਘਰ ["
ਹੁਣ ਰਹਿੰਦੀ ਗਲ ਸ਼ਹੀਦ ਦੀ ਨੂੰ ਦਿਓ ਤੁਸੀਂ ਦਫਨਾ ,
ਇਹ ਦੇ ਗਲ ਚੋਂ ਰਸੀ ਲਾਹ ਕੇ ਦਿਓ ਭਾਰਤ ਰਤਨ ਸਜਾ [[
To Anjanaa ( A Punjabi poem)
ਪਿਆਰੀ ਅੰਜਨਾ ਨੂੰ
ਕੁੜੀਏ ਸਚ ਅਲ੍ਬੇਲ੍ਰੜਾ, ਤੱਕ ਅਖ ਚ ਪਾ ਕੇ ਅਖ ,
ਮਿਜਾਜ਼ੀ ਰਖ ਮੁਹੱਬਤਾਂ , ਵਿਚ ਨਾਮ ਖੁਮਾਰੀ ਰਖ /
ਵਿਚ ਨਾਮ ਖੁਮਾਰੀ ਰਖ ਤੂੰ , ਫਿਰ ਇਸ਼ਕ਼ ਮਿਜਾਜ਼ੀ ਲਾ ,
ਨੀ , ਸੁਣ ਨੀ ਰਾਣੀ ਅੰਜਨਾ , ਤੂੰ ਲਿਆ ਨਿਰੰਜਨ ਫਾ /
ਤੇਨੂੰ ਤੱਕਦਾ ਵਿਚ ਤ੍ਰਿੰਜਾਨਾ, ਕਦੇ ਤੀਆਂ ਦੇ ਵਿਚ ਆ ,
ਕਦੇ ਤੀਆਂ ਦੇ ਵਿਚ ਆਣ ਕੇ , ਉਹ ਵੰਜਲੀ ਦਏ ਵਜਾ /
ਕਦੇ "ਵਾਹ ਸਜਣ" ਤੇਨੂੰ ਆਖ ਕੇ ਮੇਲੇ ਲਏ ਬੁਲਾ ,
ਕਦੇ ਕੰਨ ਰਿਹਾ ਪੜਵਾ , ਕਦੇ ਧੂਣੀ ਰਿਹਾ ਤਪਾ /
ਕਿਤੇ ਬਣ ਬਨਵਾਸੀ ਘੁਮਦਾ , ਕਿਤੇ ਚਿੱਲੇ ਰਿਹਾ ਚੜ੍ਹਾ ,
ਕਿਤੇ ਚੋਰੀ ਮਖਣ ਚਖਦਾ, , ਕਿਤੇ ਚੀਰੇ ਰਿਹਾ ਵੰਡਾ /
ਕਿਤੇ ਅਲਫ ਹੁਸੈਨੀ ਚਮਕਦੀ , ਕਿਤੇ ਰਥ ਨੂੰ ਰਿਹਾ ਚਲਾ /
ਇਏਕ ਯਾਰ ਤੇਰਾ ਮਸ੍ਤਾਨੜਾ , ਗਿਆ ਕੇਹੜੇ ਦੇਸੋਂ ਆ /
ਕਿਓਂ ਵੰਜਲੀ ਰਿਹਾ ਵਜਾ , ਕਿਓਂ ਚਿੱਲੇ ਰਿਹਾ ਚੜਾ /
ਵੇ ਸਜਣ ਵਾਹ !
ਨੀ ਤੂੰ ਗੀਤ ਸੁਹੰਦੇ ਗਾਵਂਦੀ, ਤੇਨੂੰ ਲੱਕ ਲੱਕ ਚੜਿਆ ਚਾ/
ਅੱਜ ਗਿਧਾ ਖੂੰਜੇ ਲਾ , ਅੱਜ ਨਚ ਨਚ ਧਰਤ ਹਿਲਾ /
ਅੱਜ ਬਣ ਨਵਾਬ੍ਨ ਜਾ , ਮਹਿਲਾਂ ਵਿਚ ਨਚਦੀ ਆ /
ਪਾ ਰੰਗ ਰੰਗੀਲੇ ਚੋਲ੍ੜੇ, ਤੇ ਗੀਤ ਸੁਹੰਦੜਏ ਗਾ /
ਨੀ ਭੱਜ ਭੱਜ ਢਾਹ ਬਨੇਰੜਏ , ਤੇ ਗੁੱਤਾਂ ਵੀ ਲੇਹਰਾ /
ਤੇਨੂੰ ਲਖ ਲਖ ਤਕਣ ਹਿਰਨੀਆਂ , ਜਿਨ੍ਹਾ ਮਨ ਵਿਚ ਡਾਢਾ ਚਾ /
ਮਨ ਵਿਚ ਡਾਢਾ ਚਾ , ਕਿਵੇਂ ਉਹ ਨਚਣ ਤਾਲ ਮਿਲਾ /
ਉਹ ਤੋਲ ਤੋਲ ਪਬ ਧਰ੍ਦੀਆਂ , ਤੂ ਉਡਦੀ ਨਾਲ ਹਵਾ /
ਤੇਰੀ ਟੂਣੇ ਹਾਰੀ ਅਖ ਨੇ , ਲਏ ਅਮ੍ਬ੍ਰੋਂ ਪੰਛੀ ਲਾਹ /
ਤੂ ਖੋਲ ਪਟਾਰੀ ਮੈਹਕ ਦੀ , ਲਈ ਹੱਟ ਕਥੂਰੀ ਲਾ /
ਤੂੰ ਧਰਤੀ ਉਤੇ ਮਹ੍ਕਦੀ ਫਿਰਦੋਸੀ ਇਤਰ ਫਿਜ਼ਾ /
ਤੇਰੀ ਖੇਡਣ ਦੀ ਰੁਤ ਆ ਗਈ , ਜ਼ਰਾ ਜੋਬਨ ਨੂੰ ਛਲਕਾ /
ਤੇ ਅਖ ਮਟਕੇ ਲਾ , ਤੂ ਨਚ ਲੈ ਬੇ ਪ੍ਰਵਾਹ /
ਤੇ ਰੱਬ ਨਾਲ ਮਥਾ ਲਾ , ਦੇ ਅੰਬਰ ਤਾਈਂ ਡਰਾ /
ਤੇਰੇ ਬੁਲਾਂ ਤੋਂ ਰਸ ਵਰਸਦਾ , ਹੈ ਰਬੀ ਸ਼ੇਹਦ ਜਿਹਾ /
ਲਖ ਫੁੱਲ ਖਿਲੇ ਗੁਲਾਬ ਦੇ , ਤੇਰੇ ਹੋਠਾਂ ਉਤੇ ਆ /
ਕੋਈ ਉਤਰੀ ਪਰੀ ਆਕਾਸ਼ ਤੋਂ, ਤੇ ਬੈਠੀ ਚਰਖਾ ਡਾਹ
ਕੋਈ ਜੱਟੀ ਚੱਲੇ ਖੇਤ ਵੱਲ , ਲੈ ਜੱਟ ਲਈ ਵੇਲਾ ਸ਼ਾਹ / /
ਤੇ ਗੁਡੇ ਸਬ੍ਜ਼ ਕਿਆਰੀਆਂ , ਅਲੜ ਪੰਜਾਬਣ ਜਾ /
ਯਾ ਸੂਫੀ ਸੰਤ ਫ਼ਕੀਰ ਦੀ , ਤੂ ਪਹਲੀ ਪਾਕ ਦੁਆ /
ਕੋਈ ਕਵੀ ਦੀ ਨਾਜ਼ਕ ਕਲਪਨਾ , ਸੂਰੇ ਦੀ ਖੜਗ ਭੁਜਾ //
ਜੋਤ ਮੰਦਰ ਮਸਕੀਨ ਦੀ , ਤੇਰਾ ਹੁਸਨ ਹੈ ਸ਼ਾਹਨਸ਼ਾਹ /
ਹੈ ਸਭ ਕੁਝ ਤੂੰ ਹੀ ਸੋਹਣੀਏ , ਤੇ ਸਭ ਕੁਝ ਹੀ ਤੇਰਾ /
ਹਾਂ ਇਹ ਤਾਂ ਤੇਰਾ ਸਭ ਹੈ , ਪਰ ਹੋਰ ਭੀ ਬਹੁਤ ਤੇਰਾ /
ਤੇਰੇ ਮਨ ਵਿਚ ਜੋ ਗੰਗੋਤਰੀ , ਰਹੀ ਰੱਬੀ ਨੂਰ ਬਹਾ /
ਤੇਰੇ ਸੀਨੇ ਅਨਹਦ ਵਜਦਾ , ਤੂ ਕਲਮ ਤੂ ਹੀ ਕਲਮਾ /
ਕਰ ਮਾਣ ਹੁਸਨ ਪੱਟਰਾਣੀਏ , ਤੇ ਕਰੀ ਜਾ ਦਿਲ ਲਗੀਆਂ /
ਪਰ ਚੰਦਨ ਦੀ ਪਾਲਕੀ ਵਿਚ ਸਚ ਦਾ ਲਾਲ ਖਿਡਾ/
ਤੇਰੇ ਹਕ ਚ ਪੰਜੇ ਪੀਰ ਵੀ , ਹੁਣ ਗਏ ਕਚੇਹਰੀ ਆ /
ਹੁਣ ਕਤ ਲੈ ਤੂੰ ਸਭ ਪੂਣੀਆਂ, ਵਿਚ ਕੁਟੀਆ ਚਰਖਾ ਡਾਹ /
ਫਿਰ ਕੰਬਲੀ ਬੁਣ ਸਰਕਾਰ ਦੀ , ਤੇ ਬਹੀਂ ਮਦੀਨੇ ਜਾ /
ਫਿਰ ਦਿਨੇ ਰਾਤ ਪਈ ਸੁਣੇਗੀ , ਤੂੰ ਇਕ ਰਬਾਬੀ ਗੀਤ /
ਇਕ ਆਸ਼ਿਕ਼ ਬੇਪਰਵਾਹ ਦਾ , ਜਿਦੇ ਸਾਹਾਂ ਵਿਚ ਪ੍ਰੀਤ /
ਜੋ ਇਕੋ ਨੂਰ ਬ੍ਰ੍ਸਾਵਾਂਦਾ , ਤੇ ਮੱਕੇ ਤਕ ਘੁਮਾਵਂਦਾ/
ਕੋਡਿਆਂ ਨੂੰ ਵੀ ਗਲ ਲਾਵਂਦਾ, ਸਜਨਾ ਨੂੰ ਸਜਣ ਬ੍ਨਾਂਵ੍ਦਾ/
ਜੇਹੜਾ ਹਰ ਘਰ ਅਲਖ ਜ੍ਗਾਵਂਦਾ, ਜੇਰਾ ਪਾਂਧੇ ਤਕ ਪੜਾਵਂਦਾ /
ਜੇਹੜਾ ਟੇਕ ਨਿਰੰਜਨ ਲਾਵਂਦਾ , ਬਸ ਇਕੋ ਇੱਕ ਧਿਆਵਂਦਾ/
ਤੂੰ ਬਣ ਜਾ ਉਹਦੀ ਮਿਟ ਕੁੜੇ, ਤੇਰੀ ਤੋੜ ਚੜੇ ਹੁਣ ਪ੍ਰੀਤ ਕੁੜੇ /
ਹੈ ਜੋਗੀ ਢੋੰਗ ਰਚਾਇਆ ਜੋ, ਇਹ ਓਹਦੀ ਪ੍ਰੀਤ ਦੀ ਰੀਤ ਕੁੜੇ /
ਅੰਜਨਾ ਹੈ ਬਣ ਨਿਰੰਜਨ ਤੂੰ , ਮੇਰੀ ਹਾਰ ਚ ਤੇਰੀ ਜੀਤ ਕੁੜੇ /
ਪਰ ਰੰਗਲੇ ਮੀਤ ਗਵਾੰਈ ਨਾ , ਚੋਲੇ ਭੜਕੀਲੇ ਲਾਹੀਂ ਨਾ /
ਅੰਜਨ ਵੀ ਤੂੰ , ਨਿਰੰਜਨ ਤੂ, ਕੀਤੇ ਵੇਖੀਂ ਇਹ ਭੁੱਲ ਜਾਈਂ ਨਾ /
ਕੁੜੀਏ ਸਚ ਅਲ੍ਬੇਲ੍ਰੜਾ, ਤੱਕ ਅਖ ਚ ਪਾ ਕੇ ਅਖ ,
ਮਿਜਾਜ਼ੀ ਰਖ ਮੁਹੱਬਤਾਂ , ਵਿਚ ਨਾਮ ਖੁਮਾਰੀ ਰਖ /
ਵਿਚ ਨਾਮ ਖੁਮਾਰੀ ਰਖ ਤੂੰ , ਫਿਰ ਇਸ਼ਕ਼ ਮਿਜਾਜ਼ੀ ਲਾ ,
ਨੀ , ਸੁਣ ਨੀ ਰਾਣੀ ਅੰਜਨਾ , ਤੂੰ ਲਿਆ ਨਿਰੰਜਨ ਫਾ /
ਤੇਨੂੰ ਤੱਕਦਾ ਵਿਚ ਤ੍ਰਿੰਜਾਨਾ, ਕਦੇ ਤੀਆਂ ਦੇ ਵਿਚ ਆ ,
ਕਦੇ ਤੀਆਂ ਦੇ ਵਿਚ ਆਣ ਕੇ , ਉਹ ਵੰਜਲੀ ਦਏ ਵਜਾ /
ਕਦੇ "ਵਾਹ ਸਜਣ" ਤੇਨੂੰ ਆਖ ਕੇ ਮੇਲੇ ਲਏ ਬੁਲਾ ,
ਕਦੇ ਕੰਨ ਰਿਹਾ ਪੜਵਾ , ਕਦੇ ਧੂਣੀ ਰਿਹਾ ਤਪਾ /
ਕਿਤੇ ਬਣ ਬਨਵਾਸੀ ਘੁਮਦਾ , ਕਿਤੇ ਚਿੱਲੇ ਰਿਹਾ ਚੜ੍ਹਾ ,
ਕਿਤੇ ਚੋਰੀ ਮਖਣ ਚਖਦਾ, , ਕਿਤੇ ਚੀਰੇ ਰਿਹਾ ਵੰਡਾ /
ਕਿਤੇ ਅਲਫ ਹੁਸੈਨੀ ਚਮਕਦੀ , ਕਿਤੇ ਰਥ ਨੂੰ ਰਿਹਾ ਚਲਾ /
ਇਏਕ ਯਾਰ ਤੇਰਾ ਮਸ੍ਤਾਨੜਾ , ਗਿਆ ਕੇਹੜੇ ਦੇਸੋਂ ਆ /
ਕਿਓਂ ਵੰਜਲੀ ਰਿਹਾ ਵਜਾ , ਕਿਓਂ ਚਿੱਲੇ ਰਿਹਾ ਚੜਾ /
ਵੇ ਸਜਣ ਵਾਹ !
ਨੀ ਤੂੰ ਗੀਤ ਸੁਹੰਦੇ ਗਾਵਂਦੀ, ਤੇਨੂੰ ਲੱਕ ਲੱਕ ਚੜਿਆ ਚਾ/
ਅੱਜ ਗਿਧਾ ਖੂੰਜੇ ਲਾ , ਅੱਜ ਨਚ ਨਚ ਧਰਤ ਹਿਲਾ /
ਅੱਜ ਬਣ ਨਵਾਬ੍ਨ ਜਾ , ਮਹਿਲਾਂ ਵਿਚ ਨਚਦੀ ਆ /
ਪਾ ਰੰਗ ਰੰਗੀਲੇ ਚੋਲ੍ੜੇ, ਤੇ ਗੀਤ ਸੁਹੰਦੜਏ ਗਾ /
ਨੀ ਭੱਜ ਭੱਜ ਢਾਹ ਬਨੇਰੜਏ , ਤੇ ਗੁੱਤਾਂ ਵੀ ਲੇਹਰਾ /
ਤੇਨੂੰ ਲਖ ਲਖ ਤਕਣ ਹਿਰਨੀਆਂ , ਜਿਨ੍ਹਾ ਮਨ ਵਿਚ ਡਾਢਾ ਚਾ /
ਮਨ ਵਿਚ ਡਾਢਾ ਚਾ , ਕਿਵੇਂ ਉਹ ਨਚਣ ਤਾਲ ਮਿਲਾ /
ਉਹ ਤੋਲ ਤੋਲ ਪਬ ਧਰ੍ਦੀਆਂ , ਤੂ ਉਡਦੀ ਨਾਲ ਹਵਾ /
ਤੇਰੀ ਟੂਣੇ ਹਾਰੀ ਅਖ ਨੇ , ਲਏ ਅਮ੍ਬ੍ਰੋਂ ਪੰਛੀ ਲਾਹ /
ਤੂ ਖੋਲ ਪਟਾਰੀ ਮੈਹਕ ਦੀ , ਲਈ ਹੱਟ ਕਥੂਰੀ ਲਾ /
ਤੂੰ ਧਰਤੀ ਉਤੇ ਮਹ੍ਕਦੀ ਫਿਰਦੋਸੀ ਇਤਰ ਫਿਜ਼ਾ /
ਤੇਰੀ ਖੇਡਣ ਦੀ ਰੁਤ ਆ ਗਈ , ਜ਼ਰਾ ਜੋਬਨ ਨੂੰ ਛਲਕਾ /
ਤੇ ਅਖ ਮਟਕੇ ਲਾ , ਤੂ ਨਚ ਲੈ ਬੇ ਪ੍ਰਵਾਹ /
ਤੇ ਰੱਬ ਨਾਲ ਮਥਾ ਲਾ , ਦੇ ਅੰਬਰ ਤਾਈਂ ਡਰਾ /
ਤੇਰੇ ਬੁਲਾਂ ਤੋਂ ਰਸ ਵਰਸਦਾ , ਹੈ ਰਬੀ ਸ਼ੇਹਦ ਜਿਹਾ /
ਲਖ ਫੁੱਲ ਖਿਲੇ ਗੁਲਾਬ ਦੇ , ਤੇਰੇ ਹੋਠਾਂ ਉਤੇ ਆ /
ਕੋਈ ਉਤਰੀ ਪਰੀ ਆਕਾਸ਼ ਤੋਂ, ਤੇ ਬੈਠੀ ਚਰਖਾ ਡਾਹ
ਕੋਈ ਜੱਟੀ ਚੱਲੇ ਖੇਤ ਵੱਲ , ਲੈ ਜੱਟ ਲਈ ਵੇਲਾ ਸ਼ਾਹ / /
ਤੇ ਗੁਡੇ ਸਬ੍ਜ਼ ਕਿਆਰੀਆਂ , ਅਲੜ ਪੰਜਾਬਣ ਜਾ /
ਯਾ ਸੂਫੀ ਸੰਤ ਫ਼ਕੀਰ ਦੀ , ਤੂ ਪਹਲੀ ਪਾਕ ਦੁਆ /
ਕੋਈ ਕਵੀ ਦੀ ਨਾਜ਼ਕ ਕਲਪਨਾ , ਸੂਰੇ ਦੀ ਖੜਗ ਭੁਜਾ //
ਜੋਤ ਮੰਦਰ ਮਸਕੀਨ ਦੀ , ਤੇਰਾ ਹੁਸਨ ਹੈ ਸ਼ਾਹਨਸ਼ਾਹ /
ਹੈ ਸਭ ਕੁਝ ਤੂੰ ਹੀ ਸੋਹਣੀਏ , ਤੇ ਸਭ ਕੁਝ ਹੀ ਤੇਰਾ /
ਹਾਂ ਇਹ ਤਾਂ ਤੇਰਾ ਸਭ ਹੈ , ਪਰ ਹੋਰ ਭੀ ਬਹੁਤ ਤੇਰਾ /
ਤੇਰੇ ਮਨ ਵਿਚ ਜੋ ਗੰਗੋਤਰੀ , ਰਹੀ ਰੱਬੀ ਨੂਰ ਬਹਾ /
ਤੇਰੇ ਸੀਨੇ ਅਨਹਦ ਵਜਦਾ , ਤੂ ਕਲਮ ਤੂ ਹੀ ਕਲਮਾ /
ਕਰ ਮਾਣ ਹੁਸਨ ਪੱਟਰਾਣੀਏ , ਤੇ ਕਰੀ ਜਾ ਦਿਲ ਲਗੀਆਂ /
ਪਰ ਚੰਦਨ ਦੀ ਪਾਲਕੀ ਵਿਚ ਸਚ ਦਾ ਲਾਲ ਖਿਡਾ/
ਤੇਰੇ ਹਕ ਚ ਪੰਜੇ ਪੀਰ ਵੀ , ਹੁਣ ਗਏ ਕਚੇਹਰੀ ਆ /
ਹੁਣ ਕਤ ਲੈ ਤੂੰ ਸਭ ਪੂਣੀਆਂ, ਵਿਚ ਕੁਟੀਆ ਚਰਖਾ ਡਾਹ /
ਫਿਰ ਕੰਬਲੀ ਬੁਣ ਸਰਕਾਰ ਦੀ , ਤੇ ਬਹੀਂ ਮਦੀਨੇ ਜਾ /
ਫਿਰ ਦਿਨੇ ਰਾਤ ਪਈ ਸੁਣੇਗੀ , ਤੂੰ ਇਕ ਰਬਾਬੀ ਗੀਤ /
ਇਕ ਆਸ਼ਿਕ਼ ਬੇਪਰਵਾਹ ਦਾ , ਜਿਦੇ ਸਾਹਾਂ ਵਿਚ ਪ੍ਰੀਤ /
ਜੋ ਇਕੋ ਨੂਰ ਬ੍ਰ੍ਸਾਵਾਂਦਾ , ਤੇ ਮੱਕੇ ਤਕ ਘੁਮਾਵਂਦਾ/
ਕੋਡਿਆਂ ਨੂੰ ਵੀ ਗਲ ਲਾਵਂਦਾ, ਸਜਨਾ ਨੂੰ ਸਜਣ ਬ੍ਨਾਂਵ੍ਦਾ/
ਜੇਹੜਾ ਹਰ ਘਰ ਅਲਖ ਜ੍ਗਾਵਂਦਾ, ਜੇਰਾ ਪਾਂਧੇ ਤਕ ਪੜਾਵਂਦਾ /
ਜੇਹੜਾ ਟੇਕ ਨਿਰੰਜਨ ਲਾਵਂਦਾ , ਬਸ ਇਕੋ ਇੱਕ ਧਿਆਵਂਦਾ/
ਤੂੰ ਬਣ ਜਾ ਉਹਦੀ ਮਿਟ ਕੁੜੇ, ਤੇਰੀ ਤੋੜ ਚੜੇ ਹੁਣ ਪ੍ਰੀਤ ਕੁੜੇ /
ਹੈ ਜੋਗੀ ਢੋੰਗ ਰਚਾਇਆ ਜੋ, ਇਹ ਓਹਦੀ ਪ੍ਰੀਤ ਦੀ ਰੀਤ ਕੁੜੇ /
ਅੰਜਨਾ ਹੈ ਬਣ ਨਿਰੰਜਨ ਤੂੰ , ਮੇਰੀ ਹਾਰ ਚ ਤੇਰੀ ਜੀਤ ਕੁੜੇ /
ਪਰ ਰੰਗਲੇ ਮੀਤ ਗਵਾੰਈ ਨਾ , ਚੋਲੇ ਭੜਕੀਲੇ ਲਾਹੀਂ ਨਾ /
ਅੰਜਨ ਵੀ ਤੂੰ , ਨਿਰੰਜਨ ਤੂ, ਕੀਤੇ ਵੇਖੀਂ ਇਹ ਭੁੱਲ ਜਾਈਂ ਨਾ /
Sunday, March 21, 2010
Girls are the Human race God created; we are a mere appendage
Girls are the human race God created; we are a mere appendage. And if God crearted Man in His own image, I know how "Almighty" he might be in the presence of a girl! And I would love to see in whose image was Eve created!
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Girls are the human race God created; we are a mere appendage. And if God crearted Man in whose image, I know how "Almighty" he might be in the presence of a girl! And I would love to see in whose image was Eve created!
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good you remeber the chic and the lemonade. and better than you would be a "silent" spectator (spectre?) but with oldy rowdies, you still ahve to be only a spectator, silent or loud, unless you can show us the place we deserved to ahve shown long ago. i am blessed that i was not worried about any "period' while i threw myself in enjoyment. and sicne i did not worry about a girl's psat, i always ended up leaving her with one. and girls -- i hate calling them women, except when i want to look overawed-- to me have always been the next to God, with that eternal big idiot always ending up on the wrong side, leaving girls to rule a male universe and running it with the skills which God could never have thought of. and believe me, all this virginity stuff is nothing but a female conspiracy to keep men worrying -- and show me a girl who doesn't know men are such fools with bloated egos and hoolow weapons upstairs! Girls are the human race God created; we are a mere appendage.
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Girls are the human race God created; we are a mere appendage. And if God crearted Man in whose image, I know how "Almighty" he might be in the presence of a girl! And I would love to see in whose image was Eve created!
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You like this.×Harcharan Bains›Sonu Jasmit Dosanjh 16 minutes ago
good you remeber the chic and the lemonade. and better than you would be a "silent" spectator (spectre?) but with oldy rowdies, you still ahve to be only a spectator, silent or loud, unless you can show us the place we deserved to ahve shown long ago. i am blessed that i was not worried about any "period' while i threw myself in enjoyment. and sicne i did not worry about a girl's psat, i always ended up leaving her with one. and girls -- i hate calling them women, except when i want to look overawed-- to me have always been the next to God, with that eternal big idiot always ending up on the wrong side, leaving girls to rule a male universe and running it with the skills which God could never have thought of. and believe me, all this virginity stuff is nothing but a female conspiracy to keep men worrying -- and show me a girl who doesn't know men are such fools with bloated egos and hoolow weapons upstairs! Girls are the human race God created; we are a mere appendage.
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Waylaid by words
Words are mischievous cheats; they laugh as they loot , and have the look of gravity even when they secretly mean only to have a little innocent fun. Handle them with care if you wouldn't be waylaid by them .
Saturday, March 20, 2010
MAA MURSHAD
MAA
Maa murshad, maa peer paigambar, maa bin gian na hoi/
Maa jap tap tap, maa sanjam pooja, maa guruaan di ddhoi/
Mere bhaag, mere gun-augun, tole betha shaoh karim/
Reham main lochaan karam bina taan, maa he ikk rehmaa-rahim/
Mahavir, Mohammad, Issa, Nanak, Bulla ,Budh Kabir,
Lakh teerath, lakh ved katebaan, lakh sain, paigambar peer/
Eh na devan thhandi chhaan oh jehri deve meri maa/
Khudai khuda nu lakh mubarak, te mainu bus meri maa./
Je rab hove maa varga taan sajade lakh crore karaan/
Nahin taan hovan rab croraan, maan varga taan ik v naa./
Maa murshad, maa peer paigambar, maa bin gian na hoi/
Maa jap tap tap, maa sanjam pooja, maa guruaan di ddhoi/
Mere bhaag, mere gun-augun, tole betha shaoh karim/
Reham main lochaan karam bina taan, maa he ikk rehmaa-rahim/
Mahavir, Mohammad, Issa, Nanak, Bulla ,Budh Kabir,
Lakh teerath, lakh ved katebaan, lakh sain, paigambar peer/
Eh na devan thhandi chhaan oh jehri deve meri maa/
Khudai khuda nu lakh mubarak, te mainu bus meri maa./
Je rab hove maa varga taan sajade lakh crore karaan/
Nahin taan hovan rab croraan, maan varga taan ik v naa./
TO ANJANAA- A POEM
TO ANJNAA
Kuriye sach albelrha, tak akh vich paa ke akh,/
Mijaazi rakh mohabbataan, vich naam khumaari rakh"
Vich naam khumari rakh te, phir ishq mijaazi la/
Nee, sun nee raani Anjnaa, tu lya nirnajan faa/
Tenu takda vich tarinjnaa, kade teeaan de vich aa/
Kade teeaan de vich aan ke, oh vanjhali riha vajaa/
Kadai "Wah Sajjan!"tenu aakhke o mele riha bulaa/
Kaday kann riha parhvaa, kaday dhooni riha tapaa/
Kitay bun van-vaasi ghummda, kitay chille riha charhaa/
Kitay chori makhan chakhda, kitte cheere (robes) riha vandaa/
Kitay alf husseini chamkadi, kitay rath nu riha chalaa/
Eh yaar tera mastaanarha, /gya keharhe daison aa/
Kyo vanjali riha vajaa, kyon chille riha charha, Sajjan wah!
Nee tu geet suhande gaavandi, ten nach nach dharat hilaa/
Ajj giddha khoonje laa, ajj ho nawaban jaa/
Pa rang rangeele cholare, te geet suhanddare gaa./
Nee bhajj bhajj dhaa banerarhe, te guttaan vi lehraa/
Tenu lakh lakh takkan hirnia, unha man vich dadha chaa/
Mann vich daddha chaa, kivein oh nachann taal mila/
Oh tol tol pab chukkdiaan , tu uddadi naal havaa/
Teri toone-hari akh ne, hai ditti shab rushnaa,/
Tu khol pataari mehak di, layee hatt kathoori laa
Zaraa joban nu chhalka, zara akkh mattake laa/
Teri khedani di rut aa gaye, tu nach le beparvaah/
Te rab naal mathe laa, de ambar taeen draa,
Tere bullaan ton jo varsda, hai rabbi shehad jiha/
Lakh phull khile gulaab de, teria gallaaan utte aa/
Koi uttari pari akaash ton, te bethi charkha daah/
Turi sikhar dupehare khet nu, le sain layee bhataa/
Te gudde sabaz kiyaariaan, allarh Punjaban jaa/
Ya sufi sant fakir di, tu pehli paak dua/
Te dharti ute mehakdi, Firdausi itar fiza./
Kisse kavi di naazuk kalpana , soore di kharag bhuja/
Jyot mandir maskeen di, tera husan hai shah-en-shah/
Hai sabh kujh too hi sohniye, te sabh kuchh he tera,/
Haan eh taan tera sabh hai, par hor v bahut tera./
Tere mann vich jo gangotri, rahi rabbi noor vahaa/
Tere seene anahad vajjada, tu he kalam tu he kalma./
Kar maan husan patraaniye, te kari ja dil-lagiaan/
Par mann chandan di palki, vich sach da laal khidaa/
Tere haq ch' panje peer vee, hun gaye kachehri aa/
Hun kat le tu oh poonia, vich kutia charkha daah/
Phir kambli boon sarkar dee, te baheen Madine jaa./
Phir din-e- raat payee sunegi, tu ik rabaabi geet/
Ik be-parvaah maskeen da, jeehde saahaan vich preet/
Jehra ikko noor upaayenda, te Makke tak ghumaayenda/
Te Kodyan(Koda Raksh) nu gall laayenda, sajjana nu Sajjan banaayenda/
Jehra har ghar alakh jagaayenda, jehra pandhe tak parhaayenda/
Jehra sacho sach sunaayenda, jehra chohaan nu apnaayenda/
Ik tek niranjani layenda, bus ikko ikk dhiaayenda./
Tu ban jaa odhi meet kuri, teri torh nibhay hun preet kurhe/
Hai jogi dhong rachaaya jo, eh ossde ishq di reet kurhe.
Anjanaa hain, ban niranjan tu, meri haar ch' teri jeet kurhe.
Cholay bharhkeele laahin na, te rangle meet gavaain na,
Anjan v tu niranjan tu , kitay dekheen eh bhul jaain na.
Kuriye sach albelrha, tak akh vich paa ke akh,/
Mijaazi rakh mohabbataan, vich naam khumaari rakh"
Vich naam khumari rakh te, phir ishq mijaazi la/
Nee, sun nee raani Anjnaa, tu lya nirnajan faa/
Tenu takda vich tarinjnaa, kade teeaan de vich aa/
Kade teeaan de vich aan ke, oh vanjhali riha vajaa/
Kadai "Wah Sajjan!"tenu aakhke o mele riha bulaa/
Kaday kann riha parhvaa, kaday dhooni riha tapaa/
Kitay bun van-vaasi ghummda, kitay chille riha charhaa/
Kitay chori makhan chakhda, kitte cheere (robes) riha vandaa/
Kitay alf husseini chamkadi, kitay rath nu riha chalaa/
Eh yaar tera mastaanarha, /gya keharhe daison aa/
Kyo vanjali riha vajaa, kyon chille riha charha, Sajjan wah!
Nee tu geet suhande gaavandi, ten nach nach dharat hilaa/
Ajj giddha khoonje laa, ajj ho nawaban jaa/
Pa rang rangeele cholare, te geet suhanddare gaa./
Nee bhajj bhajj dhaa banerarhe, te guttaan vi lehraa/
Tenu lakh lakh takkan hirnia, unha man vich dadha chaa/
Mann vich daddha chaa, kivein oh nachann taal mila/
Oh tol tol pab chukkdiaan , tu uddadi naal havaa/
Teri toone-hari akh ne, hai ditti shab rushnaa,/
Tu khol pataari mehak di, layee hatt kathoori laa
Zaraa joban nu chhalka, zara akkh mattake laa/
Teri khedani di rut aa gaye, tu nach le beparvaah/
Te rab naal mathe laa, de ambar taeen draa,
Tere bullaan ton jo varsda, hai rabbi shehad jiha/
Lakh phull khile gulaab de, teria gallaaan utte aa/
Koi uttari pari akaash ton, te bethi charkha daah/
Turi sikhar dupehare khet nu, le sain layee bhataa/
Te gudde sabaz kiyaariaan, allarh Punjaban jaa/
Ya sufi sant fakir di, tu pehli paak dua/
Te dharti ute mehakdi, Firdausi itar fiza./
Kisse kavi di naazuk kalpana , soore di kharag bhuja/
Jyot mandir maskeen di, tera husan hai shah-en-shah/
Hai sabh kujh too hi sohniye, te sabh kuchh he tera,/
Haan eh taan tera sabh hai, par hor v bahut tera./
Tere mann vich jo gangotri, rahi rabbi noor vahaa/
Tere seene anahad vajjada, tu he kalam tu he kalma./
Kar maan husan patraaniye, te kari ja dil-lagiaan/
Par mann chandan di palki, vich sach da laal khidaa/
Tere haq ch' panje peer vee, hun gaye kachehri aa/
Hun kat le tu oh poonia, vich kutia charkha daah/
Phir kambli boon sarkar dee, te baheen Madine jaa./
Phir din-e- raat payee sunegi, tu ik rabaabi geet/
Ik be-parvaah maskeen da, jeehde saahaan vich preet/
Jehra ikko noor upaayenda, te Makke tak ghumaayenda/
Te Kodyan(Koda Raksh) nu gall laayenda, sajjana nu Sajjan banaayenda/
Jehra har ghar alakh jagaayenda, jehra pandhe tak parhaayenda/
Jehra sacho sach sunaayenda, jehra chohaan nu apnaayenda/
Ik tek niranjani layenda, bus ikko ikk dhiaayenda./
Tu ban jaa odhi meet kuri, teri torh nibhay hun preet kurhe/
Hai jogi dhong rachaaya jo, eh ossde ishq di reet kurhe.
Anjanaa hain, ban niranjan tu, meri haar ch' teri jeet kurhe.
Cholay bharhkeele laahin na, te rangle meet gavaain na,
Anjan v tu niranjan tu , kitay dekheen eh bhul jaain na.
"SOOL SURAAHI, KHANJAR PIYAALA"
Lakh sooli, lakh zehar piale, ishq de pallay aavan ho,
Jehrhe labbh de raah sukhalle, oh is raah kiyon jaavan ho !
Lakh chuaraasi gerh ton lamba, pal ishqe di peerha da,
Par nachade jo sees tali dhar, ohi huzoor nu paavan ho,
Torh rivaaj lakhaan roh–rassama, preet di reet nibhavan ho.
Preet di reet nibhavan khatir, jind ajaabin paavan ho,
Biss piyaale nu kirpa jal keh, hus hus kanth langhaavan ho.
Nasha maut da pee pee nachde, Vaang fakiraan gaavan ho
Lakh khanjar, lakh barcche, tegaan, je kar aan draavan ho,
"Main Naachoongi" aakhe Meera, lakh lashkar aa jaavan ho.
Rog rajaiaan odhan chhad ghar mitter piyaare jaavan ho,
Yararhe de sathar te ohi vassal di sej sajaavan ho,
Jehrhe labbh de raah sukhalle, oh is raah kiyon jaavan ho !
Lakh chuaraasi gerh ton lamba, pal ishqe di peerha da,
Par nachade jo sees tali dhar, ohi huzoor nu paavan ho,
Torh rivaaj lakhaan roh–rassama, preet di reet nibhavan ho.
Preet di reet nibhavan khatir, jind ajaabin paavan ho,
Biss piyaale nu kirpa jal keh, hus hus kanth langhaavan ho.
Nasha maut da pee pee nachde, Vaang fakiraan gaavan ho
Lakh khanjar, lakh barcche, tegaan, je kar aan draavan ho,
"Main Naachoongi" aakhe Meera, lakh lashkar aa jaavan ho.
Rog rajaiaan odhan chhad ghar mitter piyaare jaavan ho,
Yararhe de sathar te ohi vassal di sej sajaavan ho,
Friday, March 19, 2010
MUST WOMEN TURN UGLY TO PROVE TO BE VIRTUOUS?
WHAT DO YOU THINK OF THOSE WHO CONSIDER MEN AND WOMEN ROMANTICISING EACH OTEHR AS EITHER A SIN OR A SIGN OF SOME CHAUVINISM .TO ME, A MAN WHO DENIES BEING MOVED BY A WOMAN'S BEAUTY AND A WOMAN WHO SAYS THAT SHE IS BLIND TO A MAN'S MASCULINE DIGNITY DESERVE OUR SYMPATHIES BECAUSE NATURE DEPRIVED THEM OF A SENSIBILITY SO ESSENTIAL TO AESTHETIC GRACE. MUST A MAN AND A WOMAN BE BLIND TO HEADY ROMANCE OF BEING A MAN AND WOMAN IN ORDER TO HAVE THEIR OTHER VIRTUES AND MERTIS RECOGNISED? MUST A WOMAN OBLIGINGLY TURN UGLY TO PROVE HER MERITS IN OTHER SPHERES? MUST HER GOOD LOOKS BE HELD AGAINST HER? IF MOTHER THERESA HAD ALSO BEEN A PRETTY WOMAN (TAKSIR MUAAF, THE GREAT LADY WAS NOT), WOULD THERE BE ANY SIN IN ACKNOWLEDGING THAT FACT. GURU GOBIND SINGH WAS AMONG THE HANDSOMEST OF MEN, AND IS RIGHTLY ADMIRED FOR THAT ALONGWITH HIS OTHER VIRTUES. ANY PROBLEM THERE? THE WHOLE POINT IS THAT IT IS NOT ROMANCE "or" VIRTUE BUT ROMANCE "and" VIRTUE. DIFFICULT TO UNDERSTAND? TAKE MY OFFER FOR A FREE CHECK UP AT THE NEAREST PSYCHITRIC CLINIC. !!:))
Mijaazi ishq ch naam khumari rakh
My truths laugh loudly .. and I laugh freely and joyfully with them . Truth does not have a long face, and you can recognise it on the street by the sparkle in its eye. "
Bandiya sach albelrha, tak akh vich paa ke akh,/
Mijaazi kar mohabbataan, vich nam khumaari rakh"
Bandiya sach albelrha, tak akh vich paa ke akh,/
Mijaazi kar mohabbataan, vich nam khumaari rakh"
Woman God and Ishq: a face book dialogue; Unedited
Do not follow Nanak if you do not want to be Nanak. (Zaati naal je zaati rallia, tad baahoo naam sadaaein hoo!) Don't believe in God if you don't want to be God. (Braham Giani Braham te oocha) And if Nanak to you means only a person you have seen on calendars , you can prepare for a lifetime of wasteful waiting.
And as for women-- ah, what a beautiful way of reducing a woman to a mere appendage of Man. My sister, my mother, my daughter, my wife!!! And nothing else.A woman as woman has no existence! Please free woman after all these centuries of her being defined merely as someone to you.Says Nanak"Nanak Bhandde baahihra, eko saacha soyi."
And a woman needs no lessons from you or me how to be a great mother, a great daughter ( by which I do not mean a daughter who cares for her ghar ki izzat but as a perosn who loves her parents) a great sister and everything. So leave her alone to look after these aspects. Just adore her, sing hymns to her beauty and grace and goodness.
And a woman needs no lessons from you or me how to be a great mother, a great daughter ( by which I do not mean a daughter who cares for her ghar ki izzat but as a perosn who loves her parents) a great sister and everything. So leave her alone to look after these aspects. Just adore her, sing hymns to her beauty and grace and goodness. There are only two ways we can be romantic and both are equally divine: be a God intoxicated man or a woman intoxicated man. A Nanak or a Ranjha. Often, one can lead to the other. No coincidence that the greatest poetry in any language pertains to these two themes only.
Do anything you wish with the theme of woman but do not inflict the ultimate insult of quoting guru nanak to defend the mullas, the purohits aand jathedars. My mother is of course someone I am proud of, even of her memory. If there is one thing I will ever ask God (if I meet Him before or after death!!) it would be to place me at the feet of my mother again, and let me live there for eternity. But I love my mother not just as my mother. I worship her first of all as a woman. She was a great person who happened to be "my mother" and not "my mother who happened to be a great woman."
A woman is as beautiful an image of God worthy of unquestioning love as you are.Iif yu are scared of loving her as woman, go join Mullahs, Jathedaars and Purohits. They also can't see a woman for a woman but only as an appendage to man. I celebrate woman as I celebrate God. And love is not for cowards. "Bulla Shah da ishq baghela, rat peenda, goshat charda/ Koi Puccho khaan dilbar ki karda."
As for Bulle Shah and Ranjha and Nanak, well, if you see a difference there, you see more than I can."( Chetak la deewana hoyia/ Laila ban ke Majnu mohia/ Aape roya, aape dhoya/ Kahi keeti rushnaayee je/ Aape hain tu saajan sayyiaan/ Akal daleelan sabh uth gayyaan/ Bull Shan ne khushiaan layyiaan, Hun karda kiyon Judai je"
There are only two ways we can be romantic and both are equally divine: be a God intoxicated man or a woman intoxicated man. A Nanak or a Ranjha. Often, one can lead to the other. No coincidence that the greatest poetry in any language pertains to these two themes only
Aap apni budh hai jeti, varnan bhi bhin kiyo teti, .......And what makes you think that the woman in my poetry refers to ishq mijaazi and the same woman in bulle shah becomes ishq haqiqi ... shocked that i should compare myself with bulla ? First of all, why not? And secondly, I am not doing it. I am only talking of ishq as an experience.
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×Harcharan Bains 4 hours ago
@ Seema: its a big question. and i will try and reply it as well as I can. But for the moment, put briefly, poetry is a fusion of experience, imaganition and a natural vibing of the internal rytham of our being with the external rytham of nature -- and this vibing has to have a vehicle, which is the art and skill of writing both evocatively and … Read Moremusically. But as for experience, yes, it has a place, and a very strong one--- but not in the sense of having to fall actually in love with a concrete living object at the time of writing. There is recall from our experrience in life at any given time, and our observation of experience of others. But quite frankly, no one tell what sugar tastes like without actually tasting it. Experience of course in irreplaceable but not in the flat sense in which some of our reades and other people seem to believe. All poets are lovers but all lovers are not necesarily poets . Poetry is love raised to the level of divinity or a passion. It is a bit complicated Seema, and probably requires a long answer, preferably a longish lecture opr conversation, interaction. I will get back to you on tis when we talk next. But yes, it will be good if we meet sometime.
Harcharan Bains about an hour ago
A woman is as beautiful an image of God worthy of unquestioning love as you are.Iif yu are scared of loving her as woman, go join Mullahs, Jathedaars and Purohits. They also can't see a woman for a woman but only as an appendage to man. I celebrate woman as I celebrate God. And love is not for cowards. "Bulla Shah da ishq baghela, rat peenda, goshat charda/ Koi Puccho khaan dilbar ki karda."
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Who is scared of loving a woman........its just diff of perceptions .......when was the last time that Mullahs, Jathedars and Purohits said that dont celebrate woman..they just say dont forget that woman is not there just for your celebration...Nature has not blessd them with the beauty only ....Says Nanak"Nanak Bhandde baahihra, eko saacha soyi."
Saada kamm hai ishq, koi hor naahi,
Saanu ishq da he buss chaa charhiaa, /
Je na ishq vichon he rab labbha,
Vich Mandiraan masjidaan ki dharia./
Ik pal beh saade kol arhia
My truths laugh loudly .. and I laugh freely and joyfully with them . Truth does not have a long face, and you can recognise truth on the street by the sparkle in its eye. "
Bandiya sach albelrha, tak akh vich paa ke akh,/
Mijaazi kar mohabbataan, vich nam khumaari rakh"
×Harcharan Bains 38 minutes ago
@ iqbal Singh ji, Seema, Neena ji -- Thanks a lot. I am truly touched, and frankly, I needed your kind words.
×Swaran Singh 8 minutes ago
Love is not for the cowards, agreed. Love is for those who can truly lose themselves to someone (or something) other than themselves - an attribute of the really brave
×Pb To 3 hours ago
U R abso rite.......Aap apni budh hai........but prob is that I have never commented on ur poetry or ishq mazazi or ishz hakiki....pls have a look again....my comment was on mr baljit balli's comment about kudrat kepping 50% of beauty with itself after bestowing 50% on woman...
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×Seema Grewal 8 minutes ago
wow......
Thats why i hate...using the word...MRS ..so and so....
And changing the surname after marriage.....why not a woman be recognized by her name,her existence....her Surname...which she has lived since her birth....can anybody change the blood and genes ...which are circulating in her blood....after her marriage.....?
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And as for women-- ah, what a beautiful way of reducing a woman to a mere appendage of Man. My sister, my mother, my daughter, my wife!!! And nothing else.A woman as woman has no existence! Please free woman after all these centuries of her being defined merely as someone to you.Says Nanak"Nanak Bhandde baahihra, eko saacha soyi."
And a woman needs no lessons from you or me how to be a great mother, a great daughter ( by which I do not mean a daughter who cares for her ghar ki izzat but as a perosn who loves her parents) a great sister and everything. So leave her alone to look after these aspects. Just adore her, sing hymns to her beauty and grace and goodness.
And a woman needs no lessons from you or me how to be a great mother, a great daughter ( by which I do not mean a daughter who cares for her ghar ki izzat but as a perosn who loves her parents) a great sister and everything. So leave her alone to look after these aspects. Just adore her, sing hymns to her beauty and grace and goodness. There are only two ways we can be romantic and both are equally divine: be a God intoxicated man or a woman intoxicated man. A Nanak or a Ranjha. Often, one can lead to the other. No coincidence that the greatest poetry in any language pertains to these two themes only.
Do anything you wish with the theme of woman but do not inflict the ultimate insult of quoting guru nanak to defend the mullas, the purohits aand jathedars. My mother is of course someone I am proud of, even of her memory. If there is one thing I will ever ask God (if I meet Him before or after death!!) it would be to place me at the feet of my mother again, and let me live there for eternity. But I love my mother not just as my mother. I worship her first of all as a woman. She was a great person who happened to be "my mother" and not "my mother who happened to be a great woman."
A woman is as beautiful an image of God worthy of unquestioning love as you are.Iif yu are scared of loving her as woman, go join Mullahs, Jathedaars and Purohits. They also can't see a woman for a woman but only as an appendage to man. I celebrate woman as I celebrate God. And love is not for cowards. "Bulla Shah da ishq baghela, rat peenda, goshat charda/ Koi Puccho khaan dilbar ki karda."
As for Bulle Shah and Ranjha and Nanak, well, if you see a difference there, you see more than I can."( Chetak la deewana hoyia/ Laila ban ke Majnu mohia/ Aape roya, aape dhoya/ Kahi keeti rushnaayee je/ Aape hain tu saajan sayyiaan/ Akal daleelan sabh uth gayyaan/ Bull Shan ne khushiaan layyiaan, Hun karda kiyon Judai je"
There are only two ways we can be romantic and both are equally divine: be a God intoxicated man or a woman intoxicated man. A Nanak or a Ranjha. Often, one can lead to the other. No coincidence that the greatest poetry in any language pertains to these two themes only
Aap apni budh hai jeti, varnan bhi bhin kiyo teti, .......And what makes you think that the woman in my poetry refers to ishq mijaazi and the same woman in bulle shah becomes ishq haqiqi ... shocked that i should compare myself with bulla ? First of all, why not? And secondly, I am not doing it. I am only talking of ishq as an experience.
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×Harcharan Bains 4 hours ago
@ Seema: its a big question. and i will try and reply it as well as I can. But for the moment, put briefly, poetry is a fusion of experience, imaganition and a natural vibing of the internal rytham of our being with the external rytham of nature -- and this vibing has to have a vehicle, which is the art and skill of writing both evocatively and … Read Moremusically. But as for experience, yes, it has a place, and a very strong one--- but not in the sense of having to fall actually in love with a concrete living object at the time of writing. There is recall from our experrience in life at any given time, and our observation of experience of others. But quite frankly, no one tell what sugar tastes like without actually tasting it. Experience of course in irreplaceable but not in the flat sense in which some of our reades and other people seem to believe. All poets are lovers but all lovers are not necesarily poets . Poetry is love raised to the level of divinity or a passion. It is a bit complicated Seema, and probably requires a long answer, preferably a longish lecture opr conversation, interaction. I will get back to you on tis when we talk next. But yes, it will be good if we meet sometime.
Harcharan Bains about an hour ago
A woman is as beautiful an image of God worthy of unquestioning love as you are.Iif yu are scared of loving her as woman, go join Mullahs, Jathedaars and Purohits. They also can't see a woman for a woman but only as an appendage to man. I celebrate woman as I celebrate God. And love is not for cowards. "Bulla Shah da ishq baghela, rat peenda, goshat charda/ Koi Puccho khaan dilbar ki karda."
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Who is scared of loving a woman........its just diff of perceptions .......when was the last time that Mullahs, Jathedars and Purohits said that dont celebrate woman..they just say dont forget that woman is not there just for your celebration...Nature has not blessd them with the beauty only ....Says Nanak"Nanak Bhandde baahihra, eko saacha soyi."
Saada kamm hai ishq, koi hor naahi,
Saanu ishq da he buss chaa charhiaa, /
Je na ishq vichon he rab labbha,
Vich Mandiraan masjidaan ki dharia./
Ik pal beh saade kol arhia
My truths laugh loudly .. and I laugh freely and joyfully with them . Truth does not have a long face, and you can recognise truth on the street by the sparkle in its eye. "
Bandiya sach albelrha, tak akh vich paa ke akh,/
Mijaazi kar mohabbataan, vich nam khumaari rakh"
×Harcharan Bains 38 minutes ago
@ iqbal Singh ji, Seema, Neena ji -- Thanks a lot. I am truly touched, and frankly, I needed your kind words.
×Swaran Singh 8 minutes ago
Love is not for the cowards, agreed. Love is for those who can truly lose themselves to someone (or something) other than themselves - an attribute of the really brave
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U R abso rite.......Aap apni budh hai........but prob is that I have never commented on ur poetry or ishq mazazi or ishz hakiki....pls have a look again....my comment was on mr baljit balli's comment about kudrat kepping 50% of beauty with itself after bestowing 50% on woman...
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wow......
Thats why i hate...using the word...MRS ..so and so....
And changing the surname after marriage.....why not a woman be recognized by her name,her existence....her Surname...which she has lived since her birth....can anybody change the blood and genes ...which are circulating in her blood....after her marriage.....?
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Thursday, March 18, 2010
My love is my poem
EXTRACT FROM MY EARLIER REFLECTIONS:-
"My love is my poem .. my heart is my song... my soul is a lyric .. i am an ode to love...you are the voice this ode sings in ...you always were.. down the ages... from Eve to Heer and now .. the archetyopal female .. the life force that kept and keeps the earth in its orbit ..you were there then, are there now, will always be...Aad sach ton antt tak ... but discovered and rediscovered with every fresh dawn .. with every moment .
"My love is my poem .. my heart is my song... my soul is a lyric .. i am an ode to love...you are the voice this ode sings in ...you always were.. down the ages... from Eve to Heer and now .. the archetyopal female .. the life force that kept and keeps the earth in its orbit ..you were there then, are there now, will always be...Aad sach ton antt tak ... but discovered and rediscovered with every fresh dawn .. with every moment .
Sing along with me
Sing on, sing along with me/
Our song heaven's sole melody/
The hum of earth, the music of spheres/
Your face reflected in my sparkling tears/
And your heart's soft strain/
Echoes my joys and my pain.
Our song heaven's sole melody/
The hum of earth, the music of spheres/
Your face reflected in my sparkling tears/
And your heart's soft strain/
Echoes my joys and my pain.
Sing along with me
Sing on, sing along with me/
Our song heaven's sole melody/
The hum of earth, the music of spheres/
Your face reflected in my sparkling tears/
And your heart's soft strain/
Echoes my joys and my pain.
Our song heaven's sole melody/
The hum of earth, the music of spheres/
Your face reflected in my sparkling tears/
And your heart's soft strain/
Echoes my joys and my pain.
A life fully enjoyed
(I would like to disown this. I think there is some bitterness in it which does not sit well on my face. Any sugestions on retaining it as a temporary mood or disowning it completely!")
Fortunately, nature gave me a life which has kept me too busy enjoying the love and kindness showered on me to be able to do anything about the bitterness and malignant unhappiness which afflicts the sleep of those who find my face unlikeable and who spend their waking hours trying to convince the world that this planet has never produced anything more evil and less deserving than me.
Fortunately, nature gave me a life which has kept me too busy enjoying the love and kindness showered on me to be able to do anything about the bitterness and malignant unhappiness which afflicts the sleep of those who find my face unlikeable and who spend their waking hours trying to convince the world that this planet has never produced anything more evil and less deserving than me.
HOVE JIGAR VICH JAAN TAAN ISHQ KARIYE
Hove jigar vich jaan taan ishq kariye/
Eh na kamm kaminiyaan murdiaan da./
Hove maut da khauf taan ghar-e bahiye,/
Eh taan shauk angiaar te turdian da./
Taoon taoon banere na beth kariye/
Tak tali te sees ihna sooriyaan de/
Sadaa piyaasarhe maran ge sabh kaayar/
Piyaala peen ge honth mansooriyaan de/
Har ik shehar ch hijrhe hazaar phirde/
Mard-e-momin taan kotan main koi hai jee /
Karde chugliaan lakh crore ijjarh,
Buq da singh jo hunda taan soyee hai jee.
Ishq akhda main haan, rab hai ni/
Hond rab di da eh elaan bhi hai/
Jithe ishq hai ni utthe rab kithon?/
ishq rab da jism te jaan bhi hai.
Eh na kamm kaminiyaan murdiaan da./
Hove maut da khauf taan ghar-e bahiye,/
Eh taan shauk angiaar te turdian da./
Taoon taoon banere na beth kariye/
Tak tali te sees ihna sooriyaan de/
Sadaa piyaasarhe maran ge sabh kaayar/
Piyaala peen ge honth mansooriyaan de/
Har ik shehar ch hijrhe hazaar phirde/
Mard-e-momin taan kotan main koi hai jee /
Karde chugliaan lakh crore ijjarh,
Buq da singh jo hunda taan soyee hai jee.
Ishq akhda main haan, rab hai ni/
Hond rab di da eh elaan bhi hai/
Jithe ishq hai ni utthe rab kithon?/
ishq rab da jism te jaan bhi hai.
The Eternal Lover
Aad sach ton sach de antt teekar,
Shah ton chor te chor ton sant teekar/
Havva ton Heer teekar, zarre ton beant teekar/
Siraf Ik he joo-e-jazbaat hoyia/
Te ik he ashiq-e-hayaat hoiya/
Kadde Krishan hai see, kade mansoor si main/
Kadi Ranjha kade Majnu manzoor si main/
Kadi Budh te Nanak bann geet gaaye/
Kade Seeta da bann ke meet aaye/
Kade Heer see jigar te jaan meri/
Kade Laila v see mehrbaan meri/
Kade Takhat Hazaarion chall ayaa/
Mahiwal bann kade tere vall ayaa/
Kade ishq mera parvaan chariya/
Kade tatti tavi te aan chariya/
Sees chak huzoor de ghar aaya./
Kar kilay ishq sabh de sir ayaa/
Kade Ishq mera vehngi chak turia/
Te piyaarian di ban akkh turia/
Makke ja ke rab zahoor keeta/
Par tenu na dilon mein door keeta/
Kade peete piale zehar de main/
Huss huss jhalle dukh kehar de main/
Ajj nazar assaan nu jo tu aayee/
Chaare yugaan chon ghum meri (INCOMPLETE)
Shah ton chor te chor ton sant teekar/
Havva ton Heer teekar, zarre ton beant teekar/
Siraf Ik he joo-e-jazbaat hoyia/
Te ik he ashiq-e-hayaat hoiya/
Kadde Krishan hai see, kade mansoor si main/
Kadi Ranjha kade Majnu manzoor si main/
Kadi Budh te Nanak bann geet gaaye/
Kade Seeta da bann ke meet aaye/
Kade Heer see jigar te jaan meri/
Kade Laila v see mehrbaan meri/
Kade Takhat Hazaarion chall ayaa/
Mahiwal bann kade tere vall ayaa/
Kade ishq mera parvaan chariya/
Kade tatti tavi te aan chariya/
Sees chak huzoor de ghar aaya./
Kar kilay ishq sabh de sir ayaa/
Kade Ishq mera vehngi chak turia/
Te piyaarian di ban akkh turia/
Makke ja ke rab zahoor keeta/
Par tenu na dilon mein door keeta/
Kade peete piale zehar de main/
Huss huss jhalle dukh kehar de main/
Ajj nazar assaan nu jo tu aayee/
Chaare yugaan chon ghum meri (INCOMPLETE)
Saturday, March 13, 2010
Those who perish by love are the only ones who shall llive by it
UPDATED ON MARCH 14, 2010
Paradox number umpteen: Those who die by love are the only ones who live by it; death is the first step towards love. "Pehle maran kabool kar/ Jeevan ki chhad aas."
It is impossible to keep "not loving" and yet hope to experience the full, uplifiting glow of love. The sacrifice that love demands -- the sacrifice of 'self'-- is at once the easiest and the toughest path to choose. And yet everyone who loves finds no difficulty in choosing it.
But my dearest, do remember that desire and love are not the same, though both demand sacrifice on different paths. But the sacrifice that love begs of you is the sacrifice of that which is the source of all that is not love.
I am love, and the only language God knows is me -- "Bhakhiya bhav apaar" (Limitless love is His language- Japuji Sahib.) When you talk to me, the whole universe listens. When I speak to you, the heart of this universe beats a little faster and louder as it surges forth to express God. If you do not see God in me, you will never see Him anywhere. Sare-pa ishq hoon, kaayenaat ki zubaan hoon,; baansuri ke honth par hoon ik soz, ik sangeet, bansuri ke dil main hoon main dil-e-yazdaan tamaam.. jo sun rahi thi aaj tak tu, woh koi tha taraana-e- bood-o-hast, woh main hi tha, bus main he hoon ... to ab utth chall ho le mere naal ni ..discover life again, discover the joys of living again, discover love again . In simple words, re-discover yourself. Again. And again. Though there is nothing to discover, there is a whole lot of experience to find and live the newness of the news . And what I said about "be-hijaabi before God" is indeed the experience of revelation that overwhelms. I am overwhelmed even as I overwhelm. And you are doing the same too. We are on the way, and trust that the goal is as much within you and me and us, as it is within others who seek it no one knows where. Turn the face of the mirror. That will help, but you will need to keep your eyes focused there, not looking away if you see some ugliness. Look closely; ugliness is the nature's refusal to confom to our limited ways of exeriencing the joys of beauty.Once there, you and I and us will find no such thing as ugliness. Only our failure -- or our reluctance- to experience the full and awesome impact of love will block our vision of beauty. Wake up, love is abroad.
In the mind of every lover rings an echo the moment he/she experiences the first flames of love in their hearts. And he echo sings a song that was first heard by the Indian mystics in the vast plains that stretch between the mighty river and the endless forests. The echo sang: I am the only saint-soldier of love ever born... I am the Prophet who bespeaks the soul of love from the Cross, I am the only way God ever invented to get himself expressed fully in human truth and that wasy is the language of God-intoxicated and love-intoxicated ( which is the same) I am the only Prophet of Love, so are you. So is everyone who lives by love.
Paradox number umpteen: Those who die by love are the only ones who live by it; death is the first step towards love. "Pehle maran kabool kar/ Jeevan ki chhad aas."
It is impossible to keep "not loving" and yet hope to experience the full, uplifiting glow of love. The sacrifice that love demands -- the sacrifice of 'self'-- is at once the easiest and the toughest path to choose. And yet everyone who loves finds no difficulty in choosing it.
But my dearest, do remember that desire and love are not the same, though both demand sacrifice on different paths. But the sacrifice that love begs of you is the sacrifice of that which is the source of all that is not love.
I am love, and the only language God knows is me -- "Bhakhiya bhav apaar" (Limitless love is His language- Japuji Sahib.) When you talk to me, the whole universe listens. When I speak to you, the heart of this universe beats a little faster and louder as it surges forth to express God. If you do not see God in me, you will never see Him anywhere. Sare-pa ishq hoon, kaayenaat ki zubaan hoon,; baansuri ke honth par hoon ik soz, ik sangeet, bansuri ke dil main hoon main dil-e-yazdaan tamaam.. jo sun rahi thi aaj tak tu, woh koi tha taraana-e- bood-o-hast, woh main hi tha, bus main he hoon ... to ab utth chall ho le mere naal ni ..discover life again, discover the joys of living again, discover love again . In simple words, re-discover yourself. Again. And again. Though there is nothing to discover, there is a whole lot of experience to find and live the newness of the news . And what I said about "be-hijaabi before God" is indeed the experience of revelation that overwhelms. I am overwhelmed even as I overwhelm. And you are doing the same too. We are on the way, and trust that the goal is as much within you and me and us, as it is within others who seek it no one knows where. Turn the face of the mirror. That will help, but you will need to keep your eyes focused there, not looking away if you see some ugliness. Look closely; ugliness is the nature's refusal to confom to our limited ways of exeriencing the joys of beauty.Once there, you and I and us will find no such thing as ugliness. Only our failure -- or our reluctance- to experience the full and awesome impact of love will block our vision of beauty. Wake up, love is abroad.
In the mind of every lover rings an echo the moment he/she experiences the first flames of love in their hearts. And he echo sings a song that was first heard by the Indian mystics in the vast plains that stretch between the mighty river and the endless forests. The echo sang: I am the only saint-soldier of love ever born... I am the Prophet who bespeaks the soul of love from the Cross, I am the only way God ever invented to get himself expressed fully in human truth and that wasy is the language of God-intoxicated and love-intoxicated ( which is the same) I am the only Prophet of Love, so are you. So is everyone who lives by love.
HINDUTAVA OR HINDUSTAANIYAT : THAT IS THE QUESTION
(EXTRACTS FROM A FACEBOOK INTERACTION WITH ADITYA CHAUDHARy ON A REPORT ABOUT A THIRTEEN YEAR OLD HINDU GIRL HIGHLIGHTING THE DANGERS TO OUR COUNTRY AT A MEETING OF THE VISHWA HINDU PARISHAD)
"Communalists can not be your co-religionists or mine. They have a separate religion. The Vishaw Hindu Parishad and the Indian Mujahedeen belong to the same religion of hate. They thrive on each other's success. They can not survive without each other. And they will not hesitate to kill members of their own community if anyone dared oppose this complicity of the killers, or questioned their view of what constitutes loyalty to faith! Scratch a fanatic from any community, and you will find the same skin. They have a genetic inseparability."
Aditya, to get thirteen year old innocent children and poison their minds against their fellow countrymen under the garb of dangers to the country from abroad is a trick not unknown in any religion. All of us – Hindus, Muslims, Christians, and Sikhs etc --have been doing it under different garbs. It is a pity that we give more importance to the ignorant blubbering of an innocent child than to the sober and well considered concerns and opinions of those who are deeply disturbed over dangers of communalism coming from every community.Talibanisation has no religion. There are Taliban among the Hindus, the Sikhs, the Christian as much as among Muslims. And lets not use our love for our great country as a shield to cover our communal prejudices.
There is no dearth of people in any community doing just that . My own community also has its share of them. And in a country which is and will always be ruled by the Hindus ( if we start identifying our rulers by the religion or community they belong to ) because of their numerical majority, it looks odd to see some of them complaining of discrimination even as no other community as community has ever got -- or is ever likely to get -- anywhere near ruling this country. But that's the whole point: why must we insist that that should be so when we have enough reasonable people in all communities to rise above their petty communalism and rule or serve this country as Indians. I have my differences with the Congress over their Punjab policy but I would never want to see it replaced by either the Lashakar-e-Ta'aiba or Vishwa Hindu Parishad or Khalistan Tiger Force. If it has to be replaced , it must be replaced by people who love this country more and are more competent to deliver on the mandate they receive from the people. As for he Hindus are concerned, who numerically speaking will always be in a majority naturally, most of them know how to take criticism with grace -- after all, they have all the advantages of numbers, and in a democracy, numbers alone matter, as you will agree. Sadly, though, there are voices -- mostly on the fringe -- who would rather that any voice of dissent is dubbed and condemned as communal and anti-national. I am as much against Hindu Vishwa Pariushad as against any other rabidly communal outfit, but should I be treated as anti-national only when I criticize the VHP, and a nationalist when I criticize similar outfits in other communities?
But you and I must think beyond Hindus, Muslims, Sikhs and Christians. Each one of us must be proud to belong to the culture and religious heritage of our communities but this must never be allowed to come in conflict with our equally sacred pride in being Indians. At the height of terrorism in Punjab, I wrote a piece in the Tribune titled "PROUD TO BE INDIAN;PROUD TO BE SIKH." It naturally came in for bitter and even venomous criticism from the fanatical fringe among both the Hindus and the Sikhs, each one thinking that my pride in anything other than their source of vanity was a sign of "traitor mentality". The Sikh fanatics declared me "Panth da Gaddaar' and the their Hindu counterparts promptly dubbed me "a Khalistani ideologue in the clever garb of a liberal." Thanks to my grounding in my mother's limitlessly liberal legacy, I withstood both -- and even managed to survive long enough to write this today.
Frankly, we can not claim we love our country if we love it less than any other corporate and communal identity. In fact, my mother taught me that it is because of our religion that we love this country more than we love our lives. (And I am not a Hindu, though there is a lot in this religion that I proudly call my own, just as there is in other religions too.)
So cool it, Aditya. Get out of this mindset of Hindus or Sikhs or Muslims being mistreated. Communalists can not be your co-religionists or mine. They have a separate religion. The Vishaw Hindu Parishad and the Indian Mujahedeen belong to the same religion of hate. They thrive on each other's success. They can not survive without each other. And they will not hesitate to kill members of their own community if anyone dared oppose this complicity of the killers, or questioned their view of what constitutes loyalty to faith! Scratch a fanatic from any community, and you will find the same skin. They have a genetic inseparability.
Well, why get upset with the Hindus who do not like communalism in their own community! Then how can we expect secular souls in other communities to oppose fanatics among their ranks !! Sorry but because you are such a decent person, and I really love you for what you are, I must beseech you not to allow this poison to enter your soul.)
"Communalists can not be your co-religionists or mine. They have a separate religion. The Vishaw Hindu Parishad and the Indian Mujahedeen belong to the same religion of hate. They thrive on each other's success. They can not survive without each other. And they will not hesitate to kill members of their own community if anyone dared oppose this complicity of the killers, or questioned their view of what constitutes loyalty to faith! Scratch a fanatic from any community, and you will find the same skin. They have a genetic inseparability."
Aditya, to get thirteen year old innocent children and poison their minds against their fellow countrymen under the garb of dangers to the country from abroad is a trick not unknown in any religion. All of us – Hindus, Muslims, Christians, and Sikhs etc --have been doing it under different garbs. It is a pity that we give more importance to the ignorant blubbering of an innocent child than to the sober and well considered concerns and opinions of those who are deeply disturbed over dangers of communalism coming from every community.Talibanisation has no religion. There are Taliban among the Hindus, the Sikhs, the Christian as much as among Muslims. And lets not use our love for our great country as a shield to cover our communal prejudices.
There is no dearth of people in any community doing just that . My own community also has its share of them. And in a country which is and will always be ruled by the Hindus ( if we start identifying our rulers by the religion or community they belong to ) because of their numerical majority, it looks odd to see some of them complaining of discrimination even as no other community as community has ever got -- or is ever likely to get -- anywhere near ruling this country. But that's the whole point: why must we insist that that should be so when we have enough reasonable people in all communities to rise above their petty communalism and rule or serve this country as Indians. I have my differences with the Congress over their Punjab policy but I would never want to see it replaced by either the Lashakar-e-Ta'aiba or Vishwa Hindu Parishad or Khalistan Tiger Force. If it has to be replaced , it must be replaced by people who love this country more and are more competent to deliver on the mandate they receive from the people. As for he Hindus are concerned, who numerically speaking will always be in a majority naturally, most of them know how to take criticism with grace -- after all, they have all the advantages of numbers, and in a democracy, numbers alone matter, as you will agree. Sadly, though, there are voices -- mostly on the fringe -- who would rather that any voice of dissent is dubbed and condemned as communal and anti-national. I am as much against Hindu Vishwa Pariushad as against any other rabidly communal outfit, but should I be treated as anti-national only when I criticize the VHP, and a nationalist when I criticize similar outfits in other communities?
But you and I must think beyond Hindus, Muslims, Sikhs and Christians. Each one of us must be proud to belong to the culture and religious heritage of our communities but this must never be allowed to come in conflict with our equally sacred pride in being Indians. At the height of terrorism in Punjab, I wrote a piece in the Tribune titled "PROUD TO BE INDIAN;PROUD TO BE SIKH." It naturally came in for bitter and even venomous criticism from the fanatical fringe among both the Hindus and the Sikhs, each one thinking that my pride in anything other than their source of vanity was a sign of "traitor mentality". The Sikh fanatics declared me "Panth da Gaddaar' and the their Hindu counterparts promptly dubbed me "a Khalistani ideologue in the clever garb of a liberal." Thanks to my grounding in my mother's limitlessly liberal legacy, I withstood both -- and even managed to survive long enough to write this today.
Frankly, we can not claim we love our country if we love it less than any other corporate and communal identity. In fact, my mother taught me that it is because of our religion that we love this country more than we love our lives. (And I am not a Hindu, though there is a lot in this religion that I proudly call my own, just as there is in other religions too.)
So cool it, Aditya. Get out of this mindset of Hindus or Sikhs or Muslims being mistreated. Communalists can not be your co-religionists or mine. They have a separate religion. The Vishaw Hindu Parishad and the Indian Mujahedeen belong to the same religion of hate. They thrive on each other's success. They can not survive without each other. And they will not hesitate to kill members of their own community if anyone dared oppose this complicity of the killers, or questioned their view of what constitutes loyalty to faith! Scratch a fanatic from any community, and you will find the same skin. They have a genetic inseparability.
Well, why get upset with the Hindus who do not like communalism in their own community! Then how can we expect secular souls in other communities to oppose fanatics among their ranks !! Sorry but because you are such a decent person, and I really love you for what you are, I must beseech you not to allow this poison to enter your soul.)
Thursday, March 11, 2010
A beginner's instruction manual
From a beginner's instruction manual . The first law of totaldisaster2010: " Things will go wrong if they have any chance of going right. And dreams are nature's baits to keep you from attaining peace by getting real. And people will never be so utterly bad as to help you get rid of your illusions. And you will never be so good as to accept what comes and be happy it is no worse."
Wednesday, March 10, 2010
A MYTH IS A RUMOUR TURNED INTO A LEGEND
A myth is a rumour turned into a legend.This then is the principal difference between a rumour and a legend. A legedn gets better -- and a rumour worse -- with each re-telling. This applies as much to legends and rumours of a race as to those in the life of an individual. Never look down upon a rumour; it may yet be lifted to the level of a legend, depending on whom it is about, and who handles it.
Or look at this way. A person with a divine presence may be a legend; the devotion of a beholder may be a rumour which his rivals will promote. And yet, respect the rumour; it has a way of turning into a legend, or even into history.
Or look at this way. A person with a divine presence may be a legend; the devotion of a beholder may be a rumour which his rivals will promote. And yet, respect the rumour; it has a way of turning into a legend, or even into history.
"BIS BUYS OUT BAINS: AMARINDER PROMISES MEDIA MANDIKARAN BOARD IF VOTED TO POWER"
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"Amarinder famously wrote his own press notes as conceived and dictated to by his Media Advisor. I have heard that Bharat was "reasonably satisfied" with Amarinder's drafting skills and had once even sugested swapping of jobs between them, an offer which Amarinder had to politely decline, realising that writing press notes is one thing and getting these published quite another. It was at the latter art that Amarinder -- or anyone for that matter-- was no match for the rampaging media management skills of Sardar Chahal."
A few days back, I had invited inputs from media persons, officers, politicos, police personnel, real esate big players and men and women from some other high profile butlow paid professions, apart also from some low-profile and "highly paying though not highly paid" professions. I ahd requested them to please give me in puts on a piece I wanted to write on my predecessor in my present assignment. Not a single line has been recieved by me so far on the 'exploits and imploits" of Sardar Bharat Inder Singh Chahal, formerly Media Advisor to the then Chief Minister of Punjab, Captain Amaridner Singh.
Amarinder famously wrote his own press notes as conceived and dictated to by his Media Advisor. I have heard that Bharat was "reasonably satisfied" with Amarinder's drafting skills and had once even sugested swapping of jobs between them, an offer which Amarinder had to politely decline, realising that writing press notes is one thing and getting these published quite another. It was at the latter art that Amarinder -- or anyone for that matter-- was no match for the rampaging media management skills of Sardar Chahal.
Are people - including media fraternity -- still so scared of my great prdecessor that they don't want to commit themselves on anything concerning him. Or has BIS CHAHAL been written off even before I decided to write on him? Anyway, I find him an "exciting" subject to write about. And I repeat my request once again, this time hoping that the newsy manager of news would get written about.
And I assure everyone that my piece on BIS Chahal would be objective and free from any perosnal animosity or bitterness. ( I have already instructed the cops manning my gate any roly poly good humoured guest coming in with armfuls of gifts be allowed in without any frisking, especially without frisking the gifts.
I like Bharat Inder Singh Chahal for many things, his SantaBanta -- no, Santa Claus -- penchant for backing every pen with most expensive gifts being of special interest to me. If I have to be corrupted, then I would rather that it is done by the one man who knows how to "right-price" talent. Heere ki kadar to siraf johri he jaan sakta hai.
Was there a move to make him the Chairman of the Punjab "Media" Mandikaran Board during Amarinder regime?
And I humbly request my friends in the Fourth Estate, especially those in the "electric shock media" not to rush to print with half baked stories on BIS designs to turn me into some sort of a Trojan Horse in Akali ranks. I dread headlines like BIS BUYS OUT BAINS or BIS SET TO TRADE IN TROJAN HORSES. (My sole sense of relief here follows from the likelyhood that BIS probably has not yet heard of Trojan, though he has sure run horse trading mega project with elan. "But Trojan or Talwandi, horses will be horses" is likely to be the response of my 'friendly' predecessor.)
"Amarinder famously wrote his own press notes as conceived and dictated to by his Media Advisor. I have heard that Bharat was "reasonably satisfied" with Amarinder's drafting skills and had once even sugested swapping of jobs between them, an offer which Amarinder had to politely decline, realising that writing press notes is one thing and getting these published quite another. It was at the latter art that Amarinder -- or anyone for that matter-- was no match for the rampaging media management skills of Sardar Chahal."
A few days back, I had invited inputs from media persons, officers, politicos, police personnel, real esate big players and men and women from some other high profile butlow paid professions, apart also from some low-profile and "highly paying though not highly paid" professions. I ahd requested them to please give me in puts on a piece I wanted to write on my predecessor in my present assignment. Not a single line has been recieved by me so far on the 'exploits and imploits" of Sardar Bharat Inder Singh Chahal, formerly Media Advisor to the then Chief Minister of Punjab, Captain Amaridner Singh.
Amarinder famously wrote his own press notes as conceived and dictated to by his Media Advisor. I have heard that Bharat was "reasonably satisfied" with Amarinder's drafting skills and had once even sugested swapping of jobs between them, an offer which Amarinder had to politely decline, realising that writing press notes is one thing and getting these published quite another. It was at the latter art that Amarinder -- or anyone for that matter-- was no match for the rampaging media management skills of Sardar Chahal.
Are people - including media fraternity -- still so scared of my great prdecessor that they don't want to commit themselves on anything concerning him. Or has BIS CHAHAL been written off even before I decided to write on him? Anyway, I find him an "exciting" subject to write about. And I repeat my request once again, this time hoping that the newsy manager of news would get written about.
And I assure everyone that my piece on BIS Chahal would be objective and free from any perosnal animosity or bitterness. ( I have already instructed the cops manning my gate any roly poly good humoured guest coming in with armfuls of gifts be allowed in without any frisking, especially without frisking the gifts.
I like Bharat Inder Singh Chahal for many things, his SantaBanta -- no, Santa Claus -- penchant for backing every pen with most expensive gifts being of special interest to me. If I have to be corrupted, then I would rather that it is done by the one man who knows how to "right-price" talent. Heere ki kadar to siraf johri he jaan sakta hai.
Was there a move to make him the Chairman of the Punjab "Media" Mandikaran Board during Amarinder regime?
And I humbly request my friends in the Fourth Estate, especially those in the "electric shock media" not to rush to print with half baked stories on BIS designs to turn me into some sort of a Trojan Horse in Akali ranks. I dread headlines like BIS BUYS OUT BAINS or BIS SET TO TRADE IN TROJAN HORSES. (My sole sense of relief here follows from the likelyhood that BIS probably has not yet heard of Trojan, though he has sure run horse trading mega project with elan. "But Trojan or Talwandi, horses will be horses" is likely to be the response of my 'friendly' predecessor.)
Sunday, March 7, 2010
Those who perish by love are the only ones who shall llive by it
Paradox number umpteen: Those who die by love are the only ones who live by it; death is the first step towards love. "Pehle maran kabool kar/ Jeevan ki chhad aas."
It is impossible to keep "not loving" and yet hope to experience the full, uplifiting glow of love. The sacrifice that love demands -- the sacrifice of 'self'-- is at once the easiest and the toughest path to choose. And yet everyone who loves finds no difficulty in choosing it.
But my dearest, do remember that desire and love are not the same, though both demand sacrifice on different paths. But the sacrifice that love begs of you is the sacrifice of that which is the source of all that is not love.
I am love, and the only language God knows is me -- "Bhakhiya bhav apaar" (Limitless love is His language- Japuji Sahib.) When you talk to me, the whole universe listens. When I speak to you, the heart of this universe beats a little faster and louder as it surges forth to express God. If you do not see God in me, you will never see Him anywhere. Sare-pa ishq hoon, kaayenaat ki zubaan hoon,; baansuri ke honth par hoon ik soz, ik sangeet, bansuri ke dil main hoon main dil-e-yazdaan tamaam.. jo sun rahi thi aaj tak tu, woh koi tha taraana-e- bood-o-hast, woh main hi tha, bus main he hoon ... to ab utth chall ho le mere naal ni ..discover life again, discover the joys of living again, discover love again . In simple words, re-discover yourself. Again. And again. Though there is nothing to discover, there is a whole lot of experience to find and live the newness of the news . And what I said about "be-hijaabi before God" is indeed the experience of revelation that overwhelms. I am overwhelmed even as I overwhelm. And you are doing the same too. We are on the way, and trust that the goal is as much within you and me and us, as it is within others who seek it no one knows where. Turn the face of the mirror. That will help, but you will need to keep your eyes focused there, not looking away if you see some ugliness. Look closely; ugliness is the nature's refusal to confom to our limited ways of exeriencing the joys of beauty.Once there, you and I and us will find no such thing as ugliness. Only our failure -- or our reluctance- to experience the full and awesome impact of love will block our vision of beauty. Wake up, love is abroad.
In the mind of every lover rings an echo the moment he/she experiences the first flames of love in their hearts. And he echo sings a song that was first heard by the Indian mystics in the vast plains that stretch between the mighty river and the endless forests. The echo sang: I am the only saint-soldier of love ever born... I am the Prophet who bespeaks the soul of love from the Cross, I am the only way God ever invented to get himself expressed fully in human truth and that wasy is the language of God-intoxicated and love-intoxicated ( which is the same) I am the only Prophet of Love, so are you. So is everyone who lives by love.
It is impossible to keep "not loving" and yet hope to experience the full, uplifiting glow of love. The sacrifice that love demands -- the sacrifice of 'self'-- is at once the easiest and the toughest path to choose. And yet everyone who loves finds no difficulty in choosing it.
But my dearest, do remember that desire and love are not the same, though both demand sacrifice on different paths. But the sacrifice that love begs of you is the sacrifice of that which is the source of all that is not love.
I am love, and the only language God knows is me -- "Bhakhiya bhav apaar" (Limitless love is His language- Japuji Sahib.) When you talk to me, the whole universe listens. When I speak to you, the heart of this universe beats a little faster and louder as it surges forth to express God. If you do not see God in me, you will never see Him anywhere. Sare-pa ishq hoon, kaayenaat ki zubaan hoon,; baansuri ke honth par hoon ik soz, ik sangeet, bansuri ke dil main hoon main dil-e-yazdaan tamaam.. jo sun rahi thi aaj tak tu, woh koi tha taraana-e- bood-o-hast, woh main hi tha, bus main he hoon ... to ab utth chall ho le mere naal ni ..discover life again, discover the joys of living again, discover love again . In simple words, re-discover yourself. Again. And again. Though there is nothing to discover, there is a whole lot of experience to find and live the newness of the news . And what I said about "be-hijaabi before God" is indeed the experience of revelation that overwhelms. I am overwhelmed even as I overwhelm. And you are doing the same too. We are on the way, and trust that the goal is as much within you and me and us, as it is within others who seek it no one knows where. Turn the face of the mirror. That will help, but you will need to keep your eyes focused there, not looking away if you see some ugliness. Look closely; ugliness is the nature's refusal to confom to our limited ways of exeriencing the joys of beauty.Once there, you and I and us will find no such thing as ugliness. Only our failure -- or our reluctance- to experience the full and awesome impact of love will block our vision of beauty. Wake up, love is abroad.
In the mind of every lover rings an echo the moment he/she experiences the first flames of love in their hearts. And he echo sings a song that was first heard by the Indian mystics in the vast plains that stretch between the mighty river and the endless forests. The echo sang: I am the only saint-soldier of love ever born... I am the Prophet who bespeaks the soul of love from the Cross, I am the only way God ever invented to get himself expressed fully in human truth and that wasy is the language of God-intoxicated and love-intoxicated ( which is the same) I am the only Prophet of Love, so are you. So is everyone who lives by love.
Saturday, March 6, 2010
Hai piaayse bachon ke he khoon ke/
Sach ka daaman hamesha taar tar/
Cheen-o-Pak ho Arab ya Hindostaan./
Chatte batte ek he thaili ke hain/
Hindu, Isaee, ho Sikh ya Muslmaan.
Hai piaayse bachon ke he khoon ke/
Falsafa-e-Comradie ho ya ho deeno-imaan.
Zehar si hai ghol di alfaaz main
Kya Punjabi, hindi ya urdu zabaan.
Har mazhab, firka, falsafa, har yakeen,
Asteen main maut ka sabh ke samaan.
Is zameen ki kokh main ghulta zehar,
Aadmi ka khoon ugle aasmaan.
Hai ye manzir bus khuda ke naam pe,
Ya garibi ko mitaane ka samaan.
Cheen-o-Pak ho Arab ya Hindostaan./
Chatte batte ek he thaili ke hain/
Hindu, Isaee, ho Sikh ya Muslmaan.
Hai piaayse bachon ke he khoon ke/
Falsafa-e-Comradie ho ya ho deeno-imaan.
Zehar si hai ghol di alfaaz main
Kya Punjabi, hindi ya urdu zabaan.
Har mazhab, firka, falsafa, har yakeen,
Asteen main maut ka sabh ke samaan.
Is zameen ki kokh main ghulta zehar,
Aadmi ka khoon ugle aasmaan.
Hai ye manzir bus khuda ke naam pe,
Ya garibi ko mitaane ka samaan.
Trouble with journalists is narrow aperture and high shutter speed
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Harcharan Bains›Velamur Narayanan Mon at 8:46am
The trouble with the journalist is that he is allowed a very narrow aperture on a petty transit point through a high shutter speed - and he likes to believe that he sees the whole landscape. There would be nothing wrong with this, except that the journalist wants us to share his tunnel vision and take it as a a revelation of the cosmic grandeur. A journalist is esssentially a microscopist with no concern or time for the total picture. Those who love to confuse a vignette with vision should join the profession. They will go far
Velamur Narayanan on Tuesday
Iam not sure what provoked such a diatribe on journalism. My own views are harsher than yours, both about myself and about journalism. Long ago I ceased to be a journalist. The trouble with me now is how to cope with facebook. My comp-illiteracy far exceeds ignorance of other subjects. My tunnel vision looks at light however distant. here I miss the light. Bless you
• I still believe that a journalist should be recognisable only through his invisibility from his work-- like that of a playwright from his play. You don't see Shakespeare or his opinions or philosophy anywhere in his plays. (More--below)
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×Rajiv Lochan on Tuesday
Harcharan Bains, how are you going to separate morality from the entire issue of objectivity. The one drives the other inevitably. If it is someone's professional duty to push falsehood as truth then surely it is a matter of morality .
×Harcharan Bains on Tuesday
I agree Rajiv ji that a part of the reason for lack of objectivity is or course the lack of morlaity. BUt the whole issue is larger. While it is not easy to be objectiive without being honest, it is possible to be honest and yet remain professionally subjective -- even incompetent . And the lack of objectivity of the dishnest is very often a matter of his choice. A dishonest professional can choose to be subjective even if he has the ability to be objective.
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Tue at 9:22am
What we attribute to Shakespeare is always actually attributable to one or the other of the characters in his plays .The great master is always absent from the scene. If that doesn't happen, you will have great playwrights, but no great plays. You will have great journalists, but no great journalism- and that is happening now. We have big names but no big deeds.
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Tue at 6:08am
The trouble with the journalist also is that he wants the luxury of talking as if he were the conscience of the race. He wants to grab the role that actually belongs to a saint, a poet, an artist or a philospher - and he wants to do so without having to undergo any of the rigours involved in saintlihood, poetry, art or philosophy.
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×Sarabjit Pandher on Tuesday
Shakespeare was never invisible. the very fact you are quoted just one name. Why did you not quote the names of the characters he constructed? - because they were all his creation. If we go into history of literature, it is said that despite being a contemporary and having authored brilliance, Ben Jonson was not as celebrated because he did not have "William Shakespeare" as a name. I am sure that your have reminded you of your preparations for the MA English
×Harcharan Bains on Tuesday
How sad that it should require an encounter -- pleasant or unpleasant -- for one to speak one's mind. No, my relations with friends in the media are quite cordial, and all of them have always been kind to me. But they ahve their views about governments -- ost of which I share-- and I ahve my views on their profession -- most of which are not shared by most of them. But it is a nice friendly chat.
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Tue at 6:08am
A journalist would be a great professional if he perfects the art of his job first -- which is merely to report. For this, he has to remove his massive presence off the page. But it is a sad day for journalism when by-line out-weighs the "story."
To Satinder Bains
• My dearest son, media of course has a great responsibility -- and is performing it most creditably and honourably --in defending the country against all the possible internal and external dangers. At least the Indian media -- poor folks -- have to look after each and every little thing that the country needs and is not getting. Most importantly, they also keep us informed on who is to blame for all this mess. (Politicians, of course-- who else in this world otherwise full of saints!) And for all this, if I was Sukhbir Badal, I would hold a massive ALl Punjab Rally ( if Rahul, I would make it All India) to propose and pass a vote of thanks to the great profession that has been guarding our frontiers, looking after our economy, fine tuning our adminsitration, upgrading our educational system, running our canals, diagnosing what ails agriculture, stitching clothes for the Economically Weaker Sections, fighting for the underprevileged, fighting unemployment, fighting drug menace, fighting female foeticide, fighting swine flu, fighting Rathores of this world, fighting the farmers cause on power, fighting the PSEB's cause against the farmers --again on power --, fighting maladmnistration in sports, fighting all the weaknesses in tendulkar's game everytime he fails to score a hundred for the country, fighting corruption outside newspaper offices, fighting .... oh, my son why did I bring you in this world where you have a billion jobs to perform, ten billion fights to wage,. And what do you get for all this ! Media Advisors who have the cheek to advise you rather than the men they are employed to advise ! Any surprise then that two thirds of the folks around you would rather be media advisors than media ! I wholeheartedly sympathise with you. But Please remember you had picked up this prfession against my saner advice -- and you had picked it up not becasue of any selfish reasons like seeing your name in print or getting a kick out of being close to the pwoers that be or to earn a good social standing or salary. You had picked up this profession for the reasosn that Jesus had mounted the Cross. And I am glad you have almost outshone the original messiah in your selfless sacrifices for the casue of the pooer and the down trodden and the suffering in this society ! This country has alwayys demanded to know what you can do for it. It is time now to ask this country what it can do for you. And who will dare ask such an honest question than you from beihind the curtains of the Freedom you think is above national security.
And don't let my evil example lead you. Stay away from the corridors of power for that is where all the sins lie. Other than that, this world is a clean heaven to live in.
And talking about dog-bite-dog in your clan, I don't believe it becsue I have never read it in any newspaper nor seen it on any channel. Don't tell me that it true but you have not dared to write about it in the columns of your newspaper. And please don't tell me I should trust the Bible, the Gita, the Qura'an or Guru Granth Sahib more than I trust these Oracles of New Delphis ! I don't want to mount a Cross which even Jesus dared not challenge -- the cross manufactured by opinion makers!
Enjoy your stint away from active fight, and come back rejuvenated with more way of distorting the truth or telling just one side of it -- the side that suits your particular story on a given day! You are having a lean period becasue unlike otehrs more competent warriors in hyour force, you have still not mastered the fine art of telling a lie in a way that truth dies of shame !
×Sarabjit Pandher on Tuesday
Wow Mr. Media Advisor. I am just overawed that unlike others in the corridors of power, your blinkers are off. You could list so many symptoms of what ails our system. I must grant you that despite such a realisation about the weaknesses ... U still found time to pinprick the journos
My dearest son, media of course has a great responsibility -- and is performing it most creditably and honourably --in defending the country against all the possible internal and external dangers. At least the Indian media -- poor folks -- have to look after each and every little thing that the country needs and is not getting. Most importantly, … Read More
×Sarabjit Pandher on Tuesday
Wow Mr. Media Advisor. I am just overawed that unlike others in the corridors of power, your blinkers are off. You could list so many symptoms of what ails our system. I must grant you that despite such a realisation about the weaknesses ... U still found time to pinprick the journos.
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Harcharan Bains›Velamur Narayanan Tue at 5:59am
The trouble however is a journalist can not be happy with a work in which his moral arrogance has no place, or one in which he is not allowed the luxury of talking as if he were the conscience of the race. He wants to grab the role that actually belongs to a saint, a poet, an artist or a philospher - and he wants to do so without having to undergo any of the rigours involved in saintlihood, poetry, art or philosophy. A journalist would be a great professional if he perfects the art of his job first -- which is merely to report. For this, he has to remove his massive presence off the page. But it is a sad day for journalism when by-line out-weighs the "story."
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Harcharan Bains›Velamur Narayanan March 2 at 10:44pm
I would be proud of my achievements in life if I could become even a faint, distant resonance of your being and your style! Nothing I do will ever touch anywhere close to the sublime peaks you could appear on all of a sudden - almost at will. That to me remains the most beloved aspect and scale of human intelligence.
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Velamur Narayanan March 2 at 10:41pm
Deeply touched. If ever there was one person with whom I can discuss anything without his having to agree with me or me with him, it was you in Chandigarh. my father used tosay, the silliest thing to do is to try and convince anyone of your point of view.The other person would be doing the same thing to you.
Karl Popper says, any genuine search for truth starts with everyone starts a debate withthe confession:" I may be wrong and you may be right." Then there is space created for each to move towards the other and both towards the truth.
When one seeks endorsement, debate is endless or there is no debate. Good sense is a casualty and bad taste a certainty.
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Harcharan Bains›Diwan Manna March 2 at 10:26pm
And what a fall is there my countrymen! We cannot start any discussions these days, except by prefacing them with "I agree".No one seems to believe we we agree unless we loudly proclaim we do, and that too only if we say nothing else. I have often seen myself drawn into endless debates with people on issues over which I have had to repeatedly cry out: I AGREE. Agreed?
• I still believe that a journalist should be recognisable only through his invisibility from his work-- like that of a playwright from his play. You don't see Shakespeare or his opinions or philosophy anywhere in his plays. What we attribute to Shakespeare is always actually attributable to one or the other of the characters in his plays ... … Read More
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›Jagtar Singh Tue at 2:47am
That was not meant for you bhaji. But yes, total vision always defies reporting: it is more to do with understanding while reporting is and should be confined to "narration" of things without an opinionated sequencing imposed on it. A reporter's job is simply that of a photographer -- see a vignette and report it as honestly as the camera does, without pretending to "educate" the viewer or the reader. The trouble however is a journalist can not be happy with a work in which his moral arrogance has no place.
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Harcharan Bains Mon at 10:16am
Mumkin ho to sooli pe charhaana ya rab/ Ya naare jahannum main jalaana ya rab./ Maashooq kahei aap hamaare hain bazurag/ Na cheez ko wo din na dikhaana ya rab/ --Josh Maleehabadi
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Harcharan Bains Mon at 10:11am
Dil leke muft kehto ho kuchh kaam ka nahin/ Ulti Shikaayatein huin, ehsaan to gaya/ Daag
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×Harcharan Bains on Tuesday
Diatribe, sir? I must then come to you to refine my expression all over again. In any case, as you know, I always believed VNN was much bigger than the journalist in him could manage. And you kept breaking all bounds around you. No, you were always too good to be classified as a journalist. You are too good to be classified -- in … Read More
×Chitleen K Sethi on Tuesday
...I totally agree..
we all ought to maintain our own standards of work..
but i will not blame journalists alone..when newsmakers become totally shameless and the news pushers ready to stoop to any level to get the news in... we are all rolling in the same dirt.
not too many days ago sukhbir badal 's media advisor (whoever the gentlemen might be) send out pictures of sukhbir "returning" the stolen things that Patiala police had recovered to their owners. The pits was when there was a picture of sukhbir returning a kidnapped child to his parents!!! other than of course a gold set to a woman.. and the stolen car back to the owner. If journalists write shit..its mainly because it suits everyone to have them eating (and drinking) out of their hands..
As regards "invisibility" of certain professions is concerned....well i have lots to share. there are men on the fringes of public life who think it valid enough to send press notes complete with pictures (at least three poses) while they are lying in hospital beds recovering...or even worse when the chief minister or the deputy chief minister visits their humble abode on the death of a relative.
Why blame an underpaid journalist for a mere byline.. which over the years everyone stops noticing??? No??
×Harcharan Bains on Tuesday
We have moved into times of intellectuall honesty and brilliance when the most forceful and perhaps the only response to a perceived accusation is a counter-accusation. Thats a truly delightful art, and one that has been perfected over the years by the street-smart clan. And it is perfectly legitimate as it guarantees one the luxury of running away from the topic in hand. There is an even safer and more credible way to respond to any discomfort of conscience: call it a social phenomenon , if not a global one. Who is bothered about my sins if i can prove everybody else is a sinner too. The minor problem here is one of conscience which insists on judging me by what I do, and not by whether others also do the same -- or even worse. Great journalistic response. Sums up the very best in journalism these days.
×Harcharan Bains on Tuesday
And to think I was only talking about the skills of being a good journalist as a professional; I had not even begun to talk of the morality aspect yet. About the journalists being "underpaid", well, I agree that is a good justification for murder of fairplay and objectivity. And how sad we can not blame that on governments -- and how nice that we will never blame that on anyone else!
×Satinder Bains on Tuesday
I understand any media advisor in any government has the same job and same tactics to keep the morale of government high. This is what the media advisors are meant for. But i think media has greater responsibility than the media advisors. We are called watch dogs but unfortunately most of our journalists are merely playing dog bites dog game. They dont even deserve to be presented ina dog show.
×Satinder Bains on Tuesday
I wish to add that present day journalists are shame for the profession. In my times I have never seen a journalist touching feet of politicians and bureacrats, calling them for a lunch or dinner for the sake of story. In the modern day journalism, the social and moral values have vanished. I dont want to speak beyond it.
×Harcharan Bains on Tuesday
All abuses accpeted in all humility and honesty. I plead guilty to all the charges brought up and those left out because of some inability to give full expression to anger!
We have moved into times of intellectuall honesty and brilliance when the most forceful and perhaps the only response to a perceived accusation is a counter-accusation. Thats a truly delightful art, and one that has been perfected over the years by the street-smart clan. And it is perfectly legitimate as it guarantees one the luxury of running … Read Moreaway from the topic in hand. There is an even safer and more credible way to respond to any discomfort of conscience: call it a social phenomenon , if not a global one. Who is bothered about my sins if i can prove everybody else is a sinner too. The minor problem here is one of conscience which insists on judging me by what I do, and not by whether others also do the same -- or even worse. Great journalistic response. Sums up the very best in journalism these days.
And to think I was only talking about the skills of being a good journalist as a professional; I had not even begun to talk of the morality aspect yet. About the journalists being "underpaid", well, I agree that is a good justification for murder of fairplay and objectivity. And how sad we can not blame that on governments -- and how nice that we will never blame that on anyone else!
×Kamal Anand on Tuesday
Satinder jee, what about doctors, lawyers, Engineers, etc, in todays society we have same kind of people in the all walks of life than why to blame journalist only.This is all due to change of priorities of life.
×Sarabjit Pandher on Tuesday
Mr Harcharan Bains, before being appointed as Media Advisor, you were a a teacher at the PAU's department of Journalism, Languages and Culture. It is needless to count the alumini of that department, who have contributed in creating benchmarks in the field of journalism.
One of the definition of Journalism (the classical ones) was about it recording history as it was being made. Journalists do not create history. Please spare some moments and enlighten the people about what history is being made in contemporary times.
One of the duties or tasks of a journalist was to hold the mirror to the society. If the face of the tribe where you belong to ( means the decision makers) looks so ugly ...how is a journalist to be blamed.
×Satinder Bains on Tuesday
I agree with Mr.Sarabjit Pandher that one of the duty of Journalist was to show mirrir to the society(to be presice to show mirror to the rulers of time). But unfortunatly, most of journalsits are not looking at the mirror not showing mirror to others. They make a hole into the mirror and peep through it. Unfortunately, we the journalsits are not ready to accept that we have lsot our values, lost faith in the people and lost our conscience. Mr.Pandher will agree that a honest journalsit who wants to fight the system cant survive. Now you can blame the political system for it, if not ready to take it on ourselves.
×Sarabjit Pandher on Tuesday
Dear brother Satinder, value is a very relative term. I wont single out Journalists or politcians. We are in a situation where everything is driven by a profit motive. Earlier, the mandate was ... "profit at all costs" ...now its is "profit at any cost ...where profit is mine and you pay the cost". In such a situation, why does one expect journalists to remain uneffected by the overall atmosphere. The question is who created this scenario .... can by any stretch of argument or imagination be journalists blamed. Their crime is they were the last victims.
×Harcharan Bains on Tuesday
No, I am not going to ask anyone to turn the face of that mirror inwards once a week! And my views on the media have nothing to do witih my views on other things, including the "the ugly faces of the tribe I work with." For all I know, those faces may be uglier than anyone in the media would care to tell them to their faces. But at the moment I was only talking about WHAT I THINK is the principle task of a reporter. (To report -- okay report ugliness only, if God blessed one with a vision to see that alone1)
But I have always believed that we use a counter-allegation only when confronted with a percieved allegation which we find hard to answer per se. It is only then that we waste on bad-mouthing others the time that we can more usefully devote to speaking about the merits of our own case.
As for students from the PAU creating becnhmarks in the filed of journalism -- none more so than Mr. Sarabjit Singh Pandher , I must grant -- was that even an issue? Was I discussing the "Contribution of PAU to the field of Journalism?" The day I do that, I will take deep pride in belonging to that university although I had no hand in whatever benchmarks studetns from there have set.
May I humbly remind that the point of discussion in my post was just this: "the need to remove the reporter's personalitry from the report -- to focus on the reflection in the mirror rather than on the frame around it.I repeat, I had not even begun to discuss the personal characters of the modern day journalists, becasue that is not a subject fit for my tastes.
Besides, may I humbly venture to suggest that the mirror which a journalist is supposed to show to society would do better job of reflecting if the holder gets out the way and does not insist on obstructing the viewers vision by wanting his own presence to be noticed first. ( Do I sound like saying "remove the reporter from the report?" -- Well I AM saying that , and that is not just in the sense of the by-line. Remmove his prejudices, his/her likes or dislikes and things like that from the reproduction of facts .) And I honestly don't see what is the big issue with that? If I want to see truth reflected in a mirrror which someone is holding, must I see that someone too?
And just a minor point: a mirror would probably remain much more clear when hands that hold it are also clean.
That said, I would request my other friends also to return to the theme. But if we must discuss the filth on the faces of the politicians and those whom I work with or for , we can start a new discussion any time.. But spare this discussion the ignominy of being upstaged by other issues, may we?
Sarabjit Pandher on Tuesday
During the freedom movement, the leaders of the day carried an aura, which was reflected in the media then. Where the hands of the journalist more blessed then? Why is the difference now? If a journalist is dealing with muck ... what do expect? Who worked more overtime to destroy itself... the ruling elite or the media? How has the media prevented the political system from improving itself.
×Harcharan Bains on Tuesday
Satinder, if we want to reduce the whole debate to who is the dirtiest of us all, then let me sign off by saying that I am willing to own up to my filth, and I choose not to talk about that of others, if any. I honestly don't think I was talking about values at all; that is another subject, and a much bigger one, and we can talk about that any time you choose to. . My original point here was confined to the need for "objectivity" -- or in other words, to keeping the personal whims, views and prejudices of the reporter out of an honest reproduction of facts, whatever those be. I don't think I ever talked about the moral standards of the reportes. But I did talk about professional skills and the need to focus on making journalism less subjective. Any problems with that? If yes, my dear son, I will defend with my blood your right to do what you want to do with yur journalism. My only prayer will be to be allowwed to hold on to my opinions on what is good professiionalism -- if such a prayer can indeed be granted amidst such rabble rousing .
×Randhawa Mohanpal on Tuesday
The issue here was news/article should not be influenced by personality of Journalist/reporter be it good or bad .
Am I right !
×Sarabjit Pandher on Tuesday
I am not even hinting at comparing the dirt content. All I sought emphasise was that as it is pervasive ...why single out media or journalists. Ours is a system which is leaking from the top. Journalists and their profession is the latest victim of the system that is decaying. I am ready to debate to any extent to oppose any attempt to heap all blame on the journalists.
I can see that my participation has made you uncomfortable. I am signing out.
×Harcharan Bains on Tuesday
may i just repeat. I was not talking about any filth at all. That my discomfort --real or presumed -- can make you sing thrills me .
×Rajiv Lochan on Tuesday
Harcharan Bains, how are you going to separate morality from the entire issue of objectivity. The one drives the other inevitably. If it is someone's professional duty to push falsehood as truth then surely it is a matter of morality .
×Harcharan Bains on Tuesday
I agree Rajiv ji that a part of the reason for lack of objectivity is or course the lack of morlaity. BUt the whole issue is larger. While it is not easy to be objectiive without being honest, it is possible to be honest and yet remain professionally subjective -- even incompetent . And the lack of objectivity of the dishnest is very often a matter of his choice. A dishonest professional can choose to be subjective even if he has the ability to be objective.
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Harcharan Bains March 2 at 9:22am
What we attribute to Shakespeare is always actually attributable to one or the other of the characters in his plays .The great master is always absent from the scene. If that doesn't happen, you will have great playwrights, but no great plays. You will have great journalists, but no great journalism- and that is happening now. We have big names but no big deeds.
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Harcharan Bains March 2 at 6:08am
The trouble with the journalist also is that he wants the luxury of talking as if he were the conscience of the race. He wants to grab the role that actually belongs to a saint, a poet, an artist or a philospher - and he wants to do so without having to undergo any of the rigours involved in saintlihood, poetry, art or philosophy.
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×Sarabjit Pandher on Tuesday
Shakespeare was never invisible. the very fact you are quoted just one name. Why did you not quote the names of the characters he constructed? - because they were all his creation. If we go into history of literature, it is said that despite being a contemporary and having authored brilliance, Ben Jonson was not as celebrated because he did not have "William Shakespeare" as a name. I am sure that your have reminded you of your preparations for the MA English
×Harcharan Bains on Tuesday
How sad that it should require an encounter -- pleasant or unpleasant -- for one to speak one's mind. No, my relations with friends in the media are quite cordial, and all of them have always been kind to me. But they ahve their views about governments -- ost of which I share-- and I ahve my views on their profession -- most of which are not shared by most of them. But it is a nice friendly chat.
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March 2 at 6:08am
A journalist would be a great professional if he perfects the art of his job first -- which is merely to report. For this, he has to remove his massive presence off the page. But it is a sad day for journalism when by-line out-weighs the "story."
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×Harcharan Bains on Tuesday
My dearest son, media of course has a great responsibility -- and is performing it most creditably and honourably --in defending the country against all the possible internal and external dangers. At least the Indian media -- poor folks -- have to look after each and every little thing that the country needs and is not getting. Most importantly, … Read More
×Sarabjit Pandher on Tuesday
Wow Mr. Media Advisor. I am just overawed that unlike others in the corridors of power, your blinkers are off. You could list so many symptoms of what ails our system. I must grant you that despite such a realisation about the weaknesses ... U still found time to pinprick the journos.
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Harcharan Bains›Velamur Narayanan March 2 at 5:59am
The trouble however is a journalist can not be happy with a work in which his moral arrogance has no place, or one in which he is not allowed the luxury of talking as if he were the conscience of the race. He wants to grab the role that actually belongs to a saint, a poet, an artist or a philospher - and he wants to do so without having to undergo any of the rigours involved in saintlihood, poetry, art or philosophy. A journalist would be a great professional if he perfects the art of his job first -- which is merely to report. For this, he has to remove his massive presence off the page. But it is a sad day for journalism when by-line out-weighs the "story."
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Harcharan Bains›Velamur Narayanan Mon at 8:46am
The trouble with the journalist is that he is allowed a very narrow aperture on a petty transit point through a high shutter speed - and he likes to believe that he sees the whole landscape. There would be nothing wrong with this, except that the journalist wants us to share his tunnel vision and take it as a a revelation of the cosmic grandeur. A journalist is esssentially a microscopist with no concern or time for the total picture. Those who love to confuse a vignette with vision should join the profession. They will go far
Velamur Narayanan on Tuesday
Iam not sure what provoked such a diatribe on journalism. My own views are harsher than yours, both about myself and about journalism. Long ago I ceased to be a journalist. The trouble with me now is how to cope with facebook. My comp-illiteracy far exceeds ignorance of other subjects. My tunnel vision looks at light however distant. here I miss the light. Bless you
• I still believe that a journalist should be recognisable only through his invisibility from his work-- like that of a playwright from his play. You don't see Shakespeare or his opinions or philosophy anywhere in his plays. (More--below)
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×Rajiv Lochan on Tuesday
Harcharan Bains, how are you going to separate morality from the entire issue of objectivity. The one drives the other inevitably. If it is someone's professional duty to push falsehood as truth then surely it is a matter of morality .
×Harcharan Bains on Tuesday
I agree Rajiv ji that a part of the reason for lack of objectivity is or course the lack of morlaity. BUt the whole issue is larger. While it is not easy to be objectiive without being honest, it is possible to be honest and yet remain professionally subjective -- even incompetent . And the lack of objectivity of the dishnest is very often a matter of his choice. A dishonest professional can choose to be subjective even if he has the ability to be objective.
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What we attribute to Shakespeare is always actually attributable to one or the other of the characters in his plays .The great master is always absent from the scene. If that doesn't happen, you will have great playwrights, but no great plays. You will have great journalists, but no great journalism- and that is happening now. We have big names but no big deeds.
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The trouble with the journalist also is that he wants the luxury of talking as if he were the conscience of the race. He wants to grab the role that actually belongs to a saint, a poet, an artist or a philospher - and he wants to do so without having to undergo any of the rigours involved in saintlihood, poetry, art or philosophy.
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×Sarabjit Pandher on Tuesday
Shakespeare was never invisible. the very fact you are quoted just one name. Why did you not quote the names of the characters he constructed? - because they were all his creation. If we go into history of literature, it is said that despite being a contemporary and having authored brilliance, Ben Jonson was not as celebrated because he did not have "William Shakespeare" as a name. I am sure that your have reminded you of your preparations for the MA English
×Harcharan Bains on Tuesday
How sad that it should require an encounter -- pleasant or unpleasant -- for one to speak one's mind. No, my relations with friends in the media are quite cordial, and all of them have always been kind to me. But they ahve their views about governments -- ost of which I share-- and I ahve my views on their profession -- most of which are not shared by most of them. But it is a nice friendly chat.
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Tue at 6:08am
A journalist would be a great professional if he perfects the art of his job first -- which is merely to report. For this, he has to remove his massive presence off the page. But it is a sad day for journalism when by-line out-weighs the "story."
To Satinder Bains
• My dearest son, media of course has a great responsibility -- and is performing it most creditably and honourably --in defending the country against all the possible internal and external dangers. At least the Indian media -- poor folks -- have to look after each and every little thing that the country needs and is not getting. Most importantly, they also keep us informed on who is to blame for all this mess. (Politicians, of course-- who else in this world otherwise full of saints!) And for all this, if I was Sukhbir Badal, I would hold a massive ALl Punjab Rally ( if Rahul, I would make it All India) to propose and pass a vote of thanks to the great profession that has been guarding our frontiers, looking after our economy, fine tuning our adminsitration, upgrading our educational system, running our canals, diagnosing what ails agriculture, stitching clothes for the Economically Weaker Sections, fighting for the underprevileged, fighting unemployment, fighting drug menace, fighting female foeticide, fighting swine flu, fighting Rathores of this world, fighting the farmers cause on power, fighting the PSEB's cause against the farmers --again on power --, fighting maladmnistration in sports, fighting all the weaknesses in tendulkar's game everytime he fails to score a hundred for the country, fighting corruption outside newspaper offices, fighting .... oh, my son why did I bring you in this world where you have a billion jobs to perform, ten billion fights to wage,. And what do you get for all this ! Media Advisors who have the cheek to advise you rather than the men they are employed to advise ! Any surprise then that two thirds of the folks around you would rather be media advisors than media ! I wholeheartedly sympathise with you. But Please remember you had picked up this prfession against my saner advice -- and you had picked it up not becasue of any selfish reasons like seeing your name in print or getting a kick out of being close to the pwoers that be or to earn a good social standing or salary. You had picked up this profession for the reasosn that Jesus had mounted the Cross. And I am glad you have almost outshone the original messiah in your selfless sacrifices for the casue of the pooer and the down trodden and the suffering in this society ! This country has alwayys demanded to know what you can do for it. It is time now to ask this country what it can do for you. And who will dare ask such an honest question than you from beihind the curtains of the Freedom you think is above national security.
And don't let my evil example lead you. Stay away from the corridors of power for that is where all the sins lie. Other than that, this world is a clean heaven to live in.
And talking about dog-bite-dog in your clan, I don't believe it becsue I have never read it in any newspaper nor seen it on any channel. Don't tell me that it true but you have not dared to write about it in the columns of your newspaper. And please don't tell me I should trust the Bible, the Gita, the Qura'an or Guru Granth Sahib more than I trust these Oracles of New Delphis ! I don't want to mount a Cross which even Jesus dared not challenge -- the cross manufactured by opinion makers!
Enjoy your stint away from active fight, and come back rejuvenated with more way of distorting the truth or telling just one side of it -- the side that suits your particular story on a given day! You are having a lean period becasue unlike otehrs more competent warriors in hyour force, you have still not mastered the fine art of telling a lie in a way that truth dies of shame !
×Sarabjit Pandher on Tuesday
Wow Mr. Media Advisor. I am just overawed that unlike others in the corridors of power, your blinkers are off. You could list so many symptoms of what ails our system. I must grant you that despite such a realisation about the weaknesses ... U still found time to pinprick the journos
My dearest son, media of course has a great responsibility -- and is performing it most creditably and honourably --in defending the country against all the possible internal and external dangers. At least the Indian media -- poor folks -- have to look after each and every little thing that the country needs and is not getting. Most importantly, … Read More
×Sarabjit Pandher on Tuesday
Wow Mr. Media Advisor. I am just overawed that unlike others in the corridors of power, your blinkers are off. You could list so many symptoms of what ails our system. I must grant you that despite such a realisation about the weaknesses ... U still found time to pinprick the journos.
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Harcharan Bains›Velamur Narayanan Tue at 5:59am
The trouble however is a journalist can not be happy with a work in which his moral arrogance has no place, or one in which he is not allowed the luxury of talking as if he were the conscience of the race. He wants to grab the role that actually belongs to a saint, a poet, an artist or a philospher - and he wants to do so without having to undergo any of the rigours involved in saintlihood, poetry, art or philosophy. A journalist would be a great professional if he perfects the art of his job first -- which is merely to report. For this, he has to remove his massive presence off the page. But it is a sad day for journalism when by-line out-weighs the "story."
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Harcharan Bains›Velamur Narayanan March 2 at 10:44pm
I would be proud of my achievements in life if I could become even a faint, distant resonance of your being and your style! Nothing I do will ever touch anywhere close to the sublime peaks you could appear on all of a sudden - almost at will. That to me remains the most beloved aspect and scale of human intelligence.
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Velamur Narayanan March 2 at 10:41pm
Deeply touched. If ever there was one person with whom I can discuss anything without his having to agree with me or me with him, it was you in Chandigarh. my father used tosay, the silliest thing to do is to try and convince anyone of your point of view.The other person would be doing the same thing to you.
Karl Popper says, any genuine search for truth starts with everyone starts a debate withthe confession:" I may be wrong and you may be right." Then there is space created for each to move towards the other and both towards the truth.
When one seeks endorsement, debate is endless or there is no debate. Good sense is a casualty and bad taste a certainty.
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Harcharan Bains›Diwan Manna March 2 at 10:26pm
And what a fall is there my countrymen! We cannot start any discussions these days, except by prefacing them with "I agree".No one seems to believe we we agree unless we loudly proclaim we do, and that too only if we say nothing else. I have often seen myself drawn into endless debates with people on issues over which I have had to repeatedly cry out: I AGREE. Agreed?
• I still believe that a journalist should be recognisable only through his invisibility from his work-- like that of a playwright from his play. You don't see Shakespeare or his opinions or philosophy anywhere in his plays. What we attribute to Shakespeare is always actually attributable to one or the other of the characters in his plays ... … Read More
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›Jagtar Singh Tue at 2:47am
That was not meant for you bhaji. But yes, total vision always defies reporting: it is more to do with understanding while reporting is and should be confined to "narration" of things without an opinionated sequencing imposed on it. A reporter's job is simply that of a photographer -- see a vignette and report it as honestly as the camera does, without pretending to "educate" the viewer or the reader. The trouble however is a journalist can not be happy with a work in which his moral arrogance has no place.
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Harcharan Bains Mon at 10:16am
Mumkin ho to sooli pe charhaana ya rab/ Ya naare jahannum main jalaana ya rab./ Maashooq kahei aap hamaare hain bazurag/ Na cheez ko wo din na dikhaana ya rab/ --Josh Maleehabadi
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Harcharan Bains Mon at 10:11am
Dil leke muft kehto ho kuchh kaam ka nahin/ Ulti Shikaayatein huin, ehsaan to gaya/ Daag
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×Harcharan Bains on Tuesday
Diatribe, sir? I must then come to you to refine my expression all over again. In any case, as you know, I always believed VNN was much bigger than the journalist in him could manage. And you kept breaking all bounds around you. No, you were always too good to be classified as a journalist. You are too good to be classified -- in … Read More
×Chitleen K Sethi on Tuesday
...I totally agree..
we all ought to maintain our own standards of work..
but i will not blame journalists alone..when newsmakers become totally shameless and the news pushers ready to stoop to any level to get the news in... we are all rolling in the same dirt.
not too many days ago sukhbir badal 's media advisor (whoever the gentlemen might be) send out pictures of sukhbir "returning" the stolen things that Patiala police had recovered to their owners. The pits was when there was a picture of sukhbir returning a kidnapped child to his parents!!! other than of course a gold set to a woman.. and the stolen car back to the owner. If journalists write shit..its mainly because it suits everyone to have them eating (and drinking) out of their hands..
As regards "invisibility" of certain professions is concerned....well i have lots to share. there are men on the fringes of public life who think it valid enough to send press notes complete with pictures (at least three poses) while they are lying in hospital beds recovering...or even worse when the chief minister or the deputy chief minister visits their humble abode on the death of a relative.
Why blame an underpaid journalist for a mere byline.. which over the years everyone stops noticing??? No??
×Harcharan Bains on Tuesday
We have moved into times of intellectuall honesty and brilliance when the most forceful and perhaps the only response to a perceived accusation is a counter-accusation. Thats a truly delightful art, and one that has been perfected over the years by the street-smart clan. And it is perfectly legitimate as it guarantees one the luxury of running away from the topic in hand. There is an even safer and more credible way to respond to any discomfort of conscience: call it a social phenomenon , if not a global one. Who is bothered about my sins if i can prove everybody else is a sinner too. The minor problem here is one of conscience which insists on judging me by what I do, and not by whether others also do the same -- or even worse. Great journalistic response. Sums up the very best in journalism these days.
×Harcharan Bains on Tuesday
And to think I was only talking about the skills of being a good journalist as a professional; I had not even begun to talk of the morality aspect yet. About the journalists being "underpaid", well, I agree that is a good justification for murder of fairplay and objectivity. And how sad we can not blame that on governments -- and how nice that we will never blame that on anyone else!
×Satinder Bains on Tuesday
I understand any media advisor in any government has the same job and same tactics to keep the morale of government high. This is what the media advisors are meant for. But i think media has greater responsibility than the media advisors. We are called watch dogs but unfortunately most of our journalists are merely playing dog bites dog game. They dont even deserve to be presented ina dog show.
×Satinder Bains on Tuesday
I wish to add that present day journalists are shame for the profession. In my times I have never seen a journalist touching feet of politicians and bureacrats, calling them for a lunch or dinner for the sake of story. In the modern day journalism, the social and moral values have vanished. I dont want to speak beyond it.
×Harcharan Bains on Tuesday
All abuses accpeted in all humility and honesty. I plead guilty to all the charges brought up and those left out because of some inability to give full expression to anger!
We have moved into times of intellectuall honesty and brilliance when the most forceful and perhaps the only response to a perceived accusation is a counter-accusation. Thats a truly delightful art, and one that has been perfected over the years by the street-smart clan. And it is perfectly legitimate as it guarantees one the luxury of running … Read Moreaway from the topic in hand. There is an even safer and more credible way to respond to any discomfort of conscience: call it a social phenomenon , if not a global one. Who is bothered about my sins if i can prove everybody else is a sinner too. The minor problem here is one of conscience which insists on judging me by what I do, and not by whether others also do the same -- or even worse. Great journalistic response. Sums up the very best in journalism these days.
And to think I was only talking about the skills of being a good journalist as a professional; I had not even begun to talk of the morality aspect yet. About the journalists being "underpaid", well, I agree that is a good justification for murder of fairplay and objectivity. And how sad we can not blame that on governments -- and how nice that we will never blame that on anyone else!
×Kamal Anand on Tuesday
Satinder jee, what about doctors, lawyers, Engineers, etc, in todays society we have same kind of people in the all walks of life than why to blame journalist only.This is all due to change of priorities of life.
×Sarabjit Pandher on Tuesday
Mr Harcharan Bains, before being appointed as Media Advisor, you were a a teacher at the PAU's department of Journalism, Languages and Culture. It is needless to count the alumini of that department, who have contributed in creating benchmarks in the field of journalism.
One of the definition of Journalism (the classical ones) was about it recording history as it was being made. Journalists do not create history. Please spare some moments and enlighten the people about what history is being made in contemporary times.
One of the duties or tasks of a journalist was to hold the mirror to the society. If the face of the tribe where you belong to ( means the decision makers) looks so ugly ...how is a journalist to be blamed.
×Satinder Bains on Tuesday
I agree with Mr.Sarabjit Pandher that one of the duty of Journalist was to show mirrir to the society(to be presice to show mirror to the rulers of time). But unfortunatly, most of journalsits are not looking at the mirror not showing mirror to others. They make a hole into the mirror and peep through it. Unfortunately, we the journalsits are not ready to accept that we have lsot our values, lost faith in the people and lost our conscience. Mr.Pandher will agree that a honest journalsit who wants to fight the system cant survive. Now you can blame the political system for it, if not ready to take it on ourselves.
×Sarabjit Pandher on Tuesday
Dear brother Satinder, value is a very relative term. I wont single out Journalists or politcians. We are in a situation where everything is driven by a profit motive. Earlier, the mandate was ... "profit at all costs" ...now its is "profit at any cost ...where profit is mine and you pay the cost". In such a situation, why does one expect journalists to remain uneffected by the overall atmosphere. The question is who created this scenario .... can by any stretch of argument or imagination be journalists blamed. Their crime is they were the last victims.
×Harcharan Bains on Tuesday
No, I am not going to ask anyone to turn the face of that mirror inwards once a week! And my views on the media have nothing to do witih my views on other things, including the "the ugly faces of the tribe I work with." For all I know, those faces may be uglier than anyone in the media would care to tell them to their faces. But at the moment I was only talking about WHAT I THINK is the principle task of a reporter. (To report -- okay report ugliness only, if God blessed one with a vision to see that alone1)
But I have always believed that we use a counter-allegation only when confronted with a percieved allegation which we find hard to answer per se. It is only then that we waste on bad-mouthing others the time that we can more usefully devote to speaking about the merits of our own case.
As for students from the PAU creating becnhmarks in the filed of journalism -- none more so than Mr. Sarabjit Singh Pandher , I must grant -- was that even an issue? Was I discussing the "Contribution of PAU to the field of Journalism?" The day I do that, I will take deep pride in belonging to that university although I had no hand in whatever benchmarks studetns from there have set.
May I humbly remind that the point of discussion in my post was just this: "the need to remove the reporter's personalitry from the report -- to focus on the reflection in the mirror rather than on the frame around it.I repeat, I had not even begun to discuss the personal characters of the modern day journalists, becasue that is not a subject fit for my tastes.
Besides, may I humbly venture to suggest that the mirror which a journalist is supposed to show to society would do better job of reflecting if the holder gets out the way and does not insist on obstructing the viewers vision by wanting his own presence to be noticed first. ( Do I sound like saying "remove the reporter from the report?" -- Well I AM saying that , and that is not just in the sense of the by-line. Remmove his prejudices, his/her likes or dislikes and things like that from the reproduction of facts .) And I honestly don't see what is the big issue with that? If I want to see truth reflected in a mirrror which someone is holding, must I see that someone too?
And just a minor point: a mirror would probably remain much more clear when hands that hold it are also clean.
That said, I would request my other friends also to return to the theme. But if we must discuss the filth on the faces of the politicians and those whom I work with or for , we can start a new discussion any time.. But spare this discussion the ignominy of being upstaged by other issues, may we?
Sarabjit Pandher on Tuesday
During the freedom movement, the leaders of the day carried an aura, which was reflected in the media then. Where the hands of the journalist more blessed then? Why is the difference now? If a journalist is dealing with muck ... what do expect? Who worked more overtime to destroy itself... the ruling elite or the media? How has the media prevented the political system from improving itself.
×Harcharan Bains on Tuesday
Satinder, if we want to reduce the whole debate to who is the dirtiest of us all, then let me sign off by saying that I am willing to own up to my filth, and I choose not to talk about that of others, if any. I honestly don't think I was talking about values at all; that is another subject, and a much bigger one, and we can talk about that any time you choose to. . My original point here was confined to the need for "objectivity" -- or in other words, to keeping the personal whims, views and prejudices of the reporter out of an honest reproduction of facts, whatever those be. I don't think I ever talked about the moral standards of the reportes. But I did talk about professional skills and the need to focus on making journalism less subjective. Any problems with that? If yes, my dear son, I will defend with my blood your right to do what you want to do with yur journalism. My only prayer will be to be allowwed to hold on to my opinions on what is good professiionalism -- if such a prayer can indeed be granted amidst such rabble rousing .
×Randhawa Mohanpal on Tuesday
The issue here was news/article should not be influenced by personality of Journalist/reporter be it good or bad .
Am I right !
×Sarabjit Pandher on Tuesday
I am not even hinting at comparing the dirt content. All I sought emphasise was that as it is pervasive ...why single out media or journalists. Ours is a system which is leaking from the top. Journalists and their profession is the latest victim of the system that is decaying. I am ready to debate to any extent to oppose any attempt to heap all blame on the journalists.
I can see that my participation has made you uncomfortable. I am signing out.
×Harcharan Bains on Tuesday
may i just repeat. I was not talking about any filth at all. That my discomfort --real or presumed -- can make you sing thrills me .
×Rajiv Lochan on Tuesday
Harcharan Bains, how are you going to separate morality from the entire issue of objectivity. The one drives the other inevitably. If it is someone's professional duty to push falsehood as truth then surely it is a matter of morality .
×Harcharan Bains on Tuesday
I agree Rajiv ji that a part of the reason for lack of objectivity is or course the lack of morlaity. BUt the whole issue is larger. While it is not easy to be objectiive without being honest, it is possible to be honest and yet remain professionally subjective -- even incompetent . And the lack of objectivity of the dishnest is very often a matter of his choice. A dishonest professional can choose to be subjective even if he has the ability to be objective.
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Harcharan Bains March 2 at 9:22am
What we attribute to Shakespeare is always actually attributable to one or the other of the characters in his plays .The great master is always absent from the scene. If that doesn't happen, you will have great playwrights, but no great plays. You will have great journalists, but no great journalism- and that is happening now. We have big names but no big deeds.
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Harcharan Bains March 2 at 6:08am
The trouble with the journalist also is that he wants the luxury of talking as if he were the conscience of the race. He wants to grab the role that actually belongs to a saint, a poet, an artist or a philospher - and he wants to do so without having to undergo any of the rigours involved in saintlihood, poetry, art or philosophy.
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×Sarabjit Pandher on Tuesday
Shakespeare was never invisible. the very fact you are quoted just one name. Why did you not quote the names of the characters he constructed? - because they were all his creation. If we go into history of literature, it is said that despite being a contemporary and having authored brilliance, Ben Jonson was not as celebrated because he did not have "William Shakespeare" as a name. I am sure that your have reminded you of your preparations for the MA English
×Harcharan Bains on Tuesday
How sad that it should require an encounter -- pleasant or unpleasant -- for one to speak one's mind. No, my relations with friends in the media are quite cordial, and all of them have always been kind to me. But they ahve their views about governments -- ost of which I share-- and I ahve my views on their profession -- most of which are not shared by most of them. But it is a nice friendly chat.
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A journalist would be a great professional if he perfects the art of his job first -- which is merely to report. For this, he has to remove his massive presence off the page. But it is a sad day for journalism when by-line out-weighs the "story."
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×Harcharan Bains on Tuesday
My dearest son, media of course has a great responsibility -- and is performing it most creditably and honourably --in defending the country against all the possible internal and external dangers. At least the Indian media -- poor folks -- have to look after each and every little thing that the country needs and is not getting. Most importantly, … Read More
×Sarabjit Pandher on Tuesday
Wow Mr. Media Advisor. I am just overawed that unlike others in the corridors of power, your blinkers are off. You could list so many symptoms of what ails our system. I must grant you that despite such a realisation about the weaknesses ... U still found time to pinprick the journos.
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The trouble however is a journalist can not be happy with a work in which his moral arrogance has no place, or one in which he is not allowed the luxury of talking as if he were the conscience of the race. He wants to grab the role that actually belongs to a saint, a poet, an artist or a philospher - and he wants to do so without having to undergo any of the rigours involved in saintlihood, poetry, art or philosophy. A journalist would be a great professional if he perfects the art of his job first -- which is merely to report. For this, he has to remove his massive presence off the page. But it is a sad day for journalism when by-line out-weighs the "story."
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Friday, March 5, 2010
taar taar
Sach ka daaman hamesha taar tar/
Cheen-o-Pak ho Arab ya Hindostaan./
Chatte batte ek he thaili ke hain/
Hindu, Isaee, ho Sikh ya Muslmaan.
Hai piaayse bachon ke he khoon ke/
Falsafa-e-Comradie ho ya ho deeno-imaan.
Zehar si hai ghol di alfaaz main
Kya Punjabi, hindi ya urdu zabaan.
Har mazhab, firka, falsafa, har yakeen,
Asteen main maut ka sabh ke samaan.
Is zameen ki kokh main ghulta zehar,
Aadmi ka khoon ugle aasmaan.
Hai ye manzir bus khuda ke naam pe,
Ya garibi ko mitaane ka samaan.
Cheen-o-Pak ho Arab ya Hindostaan./
Chatte batte ek he thaili ke hain/
Hindu, Isaee, ho Sikh ya Muslmaan.
Hai piaayse bachon ke he khoon ke/
Falsafa-e-Comradie ho ya ho deeno-imaan.
Zehar si hai ghol di alfaaz main
Kya Punjabi, hindi ya urdu zabaan.
Har mazhab, firka, falsafa, har yakeen,
Asteen main maut ka sabh ke samaan.
Is zameen ki kokh main ghulta zehar,
Aadmi ka khoon ugle aasmaan.
Hai ye manzir bus khuda ke naam pe,
Ya garibi ko mitaane ka samaan.
Thursday, March 4, 2010
NEITHER HUSSIEN NOR FIDA: NOR MAQBOOL IN ALLAH'S DARGAAH
(Held up because of preoccupations for the while. May appear later tonght)
LOVE IS A SOVERIEGN
Anonymous said...
"Love has nothing to do with
the five senses and the six directions:
its goal is only to experience
the attraction exerted by the Beloved.
Afterwards, perhaps, permission
will come from God:
the secrets that ought to be told will be told
with an eloquence nearer to the understanding
of these subtle confusing allusions.
The secret is partner with none
but the knower of the secret:
in the skeptic's ear
the secret is no secret at all."
by Mewlana Jalaluddin Rumi
March 1, 2010 9:22 PM
harcharan bains said...
Well said and thanks. I still believe there is ONLY one goal for love -- to experience nothing except itself.I know of no other reason to be in love. The beloved is irrelevant to love, for the beloved may stay or disappear, or sometimes may not even be there at all. You will often find yourself overflowing with love for nothing in particular.In love with nothing in particular is close to being in love with everything. A saint's delight. Perhpas thats what the last line -- the one that says something about the secret being a partner with none but the knower --means. But even if it doesn't, thats what it should mean. And if it still doesn't, its not true. Love has to do with lover alone, and the sentiment is not a slave to its object.Love is a sovereign .
March 4, 2010 5:05 AM
"Love has nothing to do with
the five senses and the six directions:
its goal is only to experience
the attraction exerted by the Beloved.
Afterwards, perhaps, permission
will come from God:
the secrets that ought to be told will be told
with an eloquence nearer to the understanding
of these subtle confusing allusions.
The secret is partner with none
but the knower of the secret:
in the skeptic's ear
the secret is no secret at all."
by Mewlana Jalaluddin Rumi
March 1, 2010 9:22 PM
harcharan bains said...
Well said and thanks. I still believe there is ONLY one goal for love -- to experience nothing except itself.I know of no other reason to be in love. The beloved is irrelevant to love, for the beloved may stay or disappear, or sometimes may not even be there at all. You will often find yourself overflowing with love for nothing in particular.In love with nothing in particular is close to being in love with everything. A saint's delight. Perhpas thats what the last line -- the one that says something about the secret being a partner with none but the knower --means. But even if it doesn't, thats what it should mean. And if it still doesn't, its not true. Love has to do with lover alone, and the sentiment is not a slave to its object.Love is a sovereign .
March 4, 2010 5:05 AM
Tuesday, March 2, 2010
A reporter's medium
Trouble with the journalist is that he is allowed a very narrow aperture on a petty transit point through a high shutter speed - and he likes to believe that he sees the whole landscape. There would be nothing wrong with this, except that the journalist wants us to share his tunnel vision and take it as a a revelation of the cosmic grandeur. A journalist is esssentially a microscopist with no concern or time for the total picture. Those who love to confuse a "vigenette" with vision should join the profession. They will go far
Total vision always defies reporting: it is more to do with understanding while reporting is and should be confined to "narration" of things without an opinionated sequencing imposed on it. A reporter's job is simply that of a photographer -- see a "spot" and report it as honestly as the camera does, without pretending to "educate" the viewer or the reader. The trouble however is a journalist can not be happy with a work in which his moral arrogance has no place, or one in which he is not allowed the luxury of talking as if he were the conscience of the race. He wants to grab the role that actually belongs to a saint, a poet, an artist or a philospher - and he wants to do so without having to undergo any of the rigours involved in saintlihood, poetry, art or philosophy. A journalist would be a great professional if he perfects the art of his job first -- which is merely to report. For this, he has to remove his massive presence off the page. But it is a sad day for journalism when by-line out-weighs the "story."
Total vision always defies reporting: it is more to do with understanding while reporting is and should be confined to "narration" of things without an opinionated sequencing imposed on it. A reporter's job is simply that of a photographer -- see a "spot" and report it as honestly as the camera does, without pretending to "educate" the viewer or the reader. The trouble however is a journalist can not be happy with a work in which his moral arrogance has no place, or one in which he is not allowed the luxury of talking as if he were the conscience of the race. He wants to grab the role that actually belongs to a saint, a poet, an artist or a philospher - and he wants to do so without having to undergo any of the rigours involved in saintlihood, poetry, art or philosophy. A journalist would be a great professional if he perfects the art of his job first -- which is merely to report. For this, he has to remove his massive presence off the page. But it is a sad day for journalism when by-line out-weighs the "story."
Monday, March 1, 2010
iqbal again
HUSN-E-BEPRAVAAH KO APNI BE-NQAABI KE LIYE /
HON AGAR SHEHRON SE BUN PIYAARE, TO SHEHAR ACHHE KE BUN? /
APNE MAN MAIN DOOB KAR PAA JAA SURAAG-E-ZINDAGI /
TU AGAR MERA NAHIN BANATA, NA BUN -- APNA TO BUN.
PAANI PAANI KAR GAYEE MUJH KO QALANDAR KI YE BAAT/
TU JHUKA JAB GAIR KE AAGE TO MANN TERA NA TANN.
DR. IQBAL
HON AGAR SHEHRON SE BUN PIYAARE, TO SHEHAR ACHHE KE BUN? /
APNE MAN MAIN DOOB KAR PAA JAA SURAAG-E-ZINDAGI /
TU AGAR MERA NAHIN BANATA, NA BUN -- APNA TO BUN.
PAANI PAANI KAR GAYEE MUJH KO QALANDAR KI YE BAAT/
TU JHUKA JAB GAIR KE AAGE TO MANN TERA NA TANN.
DR. IQBAL
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