SATI SYSTEM -- & birth of Aparna

How
did this custom start and till when did this go on ??

To become a " Sati = means to IMMOLATE ones' self while being alive " & to be LOYAL to ones husband ...........not only in this birth but in cosecutive births & be united forever & ever .
It is a to VOW to B UNITED with this same Man in many next Births
It is thus a HINDU religious tradition beased on the concept of a soul's taking " Re - Birth "

So ...............this was the Origin of the first " SATI " which till today is meant for a Lady who is CHASTE & is of DEVOUT character for her Chosen man ..

now the story ..........Once Devi SATI watched the Devas , flying in their beautiful flying machines , wearing fine silk garments & much puzzled, she inquired where were they all going in such hurry ?

The answer shocked her -- They told her that her Father DAKSHA Prajapati was holding a YAGNA = a Holy Fire Sacrifice & they all were his " Invited Guests " --

Hearing this Sati was sad that she & her husband Shiva the Greatest among YOGIS & an ascetic had been not been invited --

Sati asked Shiva ,
" Lord ! My father has invited many Guests -- may I go & attend the Fire Sacrifice ? "

Shiva : " My dearest wife ! If one is not invited , one should NEVER attend that function -- may it be of one's nearest family member , relative or a Friend -- but you are Wise my Lady & Free to do as you wish ! "

Now Sati wanted to meet her siblings & her Mother & decided to go -
&indoing so ... she did not listen to the Wisest among ALL - her husband - SHIVA !! ;-)
Women !! As they say ...have a Mind of their own & will not listen to any advise :)

When she reached her Parents' HOME, no one Greeted nor showed any love for her -- neither her Father = DAKSHA , nor her Siblings -- :-(

Only her Mother hugged her -- but that was not enough for SATI !! She became up set & her anger rose up in her heart !

" How cold every one is towards me ! She thought -- my father will not even look at my face even though I come to visit him from Kailash , far into the Himalayan Mountains where my beloved husband, Shiva , sits immersed , peacefully in meditation ! Shiva is the Yogic force which keeps this entire Universe STABLE ! How can my own , disrespect me & my husnand ?"


As the Fire Sacrifice rituals began, Sati noticed that All the GODS were given their SHARE & a Place of HONOR except her husband SHIVA !!

This made her furious !! As if the disrespect for her wasn't enough ...now no place in the Yagna ?
This really aggrevated Sati further ....

In smoldering anger , SATI, made a YOGIC Flame of FIRE leap out of her right foot's toe .....& suddenly a huge FIRE engulfed the Altar & the Tent & started to spread all around & the Fire Sacrifice was destroyed before it could begin !!

Shiva realised this in his Yogic meditation & was very sad to know , what was to have happened , had happened in this TRAGIC fire --

Alas !!! Shiva could see clearly from far away Kailash that SATI , his beloved & Chaste wife 's
Body was burning ......now it was turn of the Lord of the UNIVERSE = Shiva to get up set & angry !!

Shiva reacted immeadiately ....& sent his GANA ( his servant ) the ferocious BHAIRAV who destroyed the Function entirely.

Then Shiva appeared there himself & carried the BURNING - half Burnt body of Sati in his hands & stated to Dance his TAANDAV = the Dance of Destruction for the entire Cosmos !!

Vishnu intervened & cut off Sati's Body into 51 parts with his CHAKRA = Discus as Shiva kept dancing ....the parts wherever they fell all over India have become Devi's " SHAKTI PEETH " or ...the Power points ...

Minaxi has her Eyes, [ the Minaxi temple ] Kaamkahya in Assam has her Yoni , which is the Most POTENT + powerful place for Tantrik rituals & the water there turns RED once a year as if manstruating !! Many have warned not to go to Kamkhya without a Guru ...lots of Magic practises go on there ...(You can read about Shakti peeth etc on Net)

But after Shivas; rage subsided ,he went into Deep meditation & Sati was Born eventually as the daughter of Mountain HIMALAYA & his wife named Queen MENA thus in her second "incarnation " SATI was Re - born as PARVATI = which means Daugter /or / Putri of Mount Himalaya & Mena Maharani ( Queen is a Maharani & a King is aaharaja )
...Parvati as she gre up to be a beautiful young damsel did severe Pennance = Tapasya to Get Shiva as her husband .... Once again she wished to be Re -united with her Beloved husband SHIVA !

In her pennance she gave up solid food & slowly & steadily, she ate only a handful of Forest leaves & stood up right on one leg lost in the Name chanting of Shiva ---

She recited the MANTRA : " Om Namah Shivay " -- over & over again with each breath that she inhaled & exhaled , until her Mind, body & spirit all 3 immersed into SHIVA & his Being !!

Then one day , it so happened that she slowly ate just a single Leaf & when she gave up even that Leaf as food she was called Aparna " the one who did not even eat a single leaf "

...Her Mother " Queen - Mena " shreiked , " OOMA " at such austerities taken up by her tender & delicate daughter PARVATI & implored her not to do such severe pennance .....but she told her darling daughter ,from today I name you " UMA / Ooma " so that this world will remember your severe pennance to obtain Shiva as your husband ! "

...& Devi's second name became thus " UMA" ..

..All Girls when they Pray to Uma, Parvati, Sati, Aparna Durga, Amba , Maheshwari, Tripur Sundri , Girija, Bhawani, Durga, Trailokya Sundri, Maha Kali, Shivani ,
Shail puti, Chandra Ghanta, Mrudanee etc etc etc
[ all these Devi Bhagwati's her names ] ..it is said by the wise that ...." whoever PRAYS & invokes the names of Sati, Uma ,Parvati will get get a husband as Loving & Great & Noble as SHIVA !!

Just like Shiva -- who has always been the silent sufferer & the One Lord of this Universe who always takes care of every one ............................ .

was Sati system a common or a rare incident ??

It became more common in the " RAJPUT KING's Reign ".
.as a Safety against the invading Muslims .

During the reign of the Brave Rajput Kings, their Queens burnt themselves alive rather then fall prey to approaching Enemies which in midieval India happened to be the Moslem Kings who were establishing their supremecy in India & had captured the throne of Delhi !

They wanted to subjugate the North Western provinces of Rajputana.

...........Then after the Reforms initiated by the Arya Samajists & Reformists like Raja ram Mohan Roy, Sati system was ablsolved by the British Empire who had come into India as Traders .

They established East India Company but within 2 centuries they became Rules of India's destiny & called their British Indian Colonies -- " The Jewel in the Crown " but they were aware of many odd practises found among those they ruled -- such as SATI SYSTEM or the Burning of a Bride which they called " Barbaric Hindu custom " ...................
& made LAWS to change this practise & stop it from happening.

There has been a headline grabbing news in an Independant India of a SATI ---- which was committed by a Rajput Bride at her husband's death -- they both were in prime of their Youth -- Her name is " Roop Kanwar " !

Her story some other time --- but this was a brief History of " Sati System "

Pablo Neruda's Poem

Melancholy Song ( Hindi Translation of a Pablo Neruda's Poem written in PARAL -- Argentina , Chile ) 1971
Neruda won the prestigious Noble Prize for Literature in 1971 & died in 1973

व्यथा - गीत :

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तुम्हारी याद आसपास फैली रात्रि से उभरती हुई
--नदिया का आक्रँद, जिद्दी बहाव लिये, सागर मेँ समाता हुआ
बँदरगाह पर सूने पडे गोदाम ज्यूँ प्रभात के धुँधलके मेँ
-और यह प्रस्थान - बेला सम्मुख, ओ छोड कर जाने वाले !

भीगे फूलोँके मुखसे बरसता जल, मेरी हृदय कारा पर,
टूटे हुए सामान का तल, भयानक गुफा, टूटी कश्ती की
-तुम्हीँ मेँ तो सारी उडाने, सारी लडाइयाँ, इक्ट्ठा थीँ
-तुम्हीँ से उभरे थे सारे गीत, मधुर गीत गाते पँछीयो के पर
-एक दूरी की तरहा, सब कुछ निगलता यथार्थ --
दरिया की तरह ! समुद्र की तरह ! डूबता सबकुछ, तुम मेँ
वह खुशी का पल, आवेग और चुम्बन का !
दीप - स्तँभ की भाँति प्रकाशित वह जादु - टोना !

उस वायुयान चालक की सी भीति, वाहन चालक का अँधापन,
भँवर का आँदोलित नशा, प्यार भरा, तुम्हीँ मेँ डूबता, सभी कुछ!-

शैशव के धूँधलके मेँ छिपी आत्मा, टूते पँखोँ - सी ,
ओ छूट जानेवाले, खोजनेवाला , है- खोया सा सब कुछ!
दुख की परिधि तुम -- जिजिविषा तुम
-- दुख से स्तँभित - तुम्हीँ मेँ डूब गया , सब कुछ !

परछाइयोँकी दीवारोँ को मैँने पीछे ठेला
--मेरी चाहतोँके आगे, करनी के आगे, और मैँ , चल पडा !
ओ जिस्म ! मेरा ही जिस्म ! सनम! तुझे चाहा और, खो दिया
-- मेरा हुक्म है तुम्हे , भीने लम्होँ मेँ आ जाओ ,
मेरे गीत नवाजते हैँ -बँद मर्तबानोँ मेँ सहेजा हुआ प्यार
- तुम मेँ सँजोया था --
और उस अकथ तबाही ने, तुम्ही को चकनाचूर किया !
वह स्याह घनघोर भयानकता, ऐकाकीपन, द्वीप की तरह
-और वहीँ तुम्हारी बाँहोँने सनम, मुझे, आ घेरा
--वहाँ भूख और प्यास थी और तुम, तृप्ति थीँ !
दुख था और थे पीडा के भग्न अवशेष , पर करिश्मा ,
तुम थीँ !ओ सजन! कैसे झेला था तुमने मुझे, कह दो
-- तुम्हारी आत्मा के मरुस्थल मेँ, तुम्हारी बाँहोँ के घेरे मेँ
-मेरी चाहत का नशा, कितना कम और घना था
कितना दारुण, कितना नशीला, तीव्र और अनिमेष!
वो मेरे बोसोँ के शम्शान, आग - अब भी बाकी है,
कब्र मेँ --फूलोँ से लगदे बाग, अब भी जल रहे हैँ,
परवाज उन्हेँ नोँच रहे हैँ !वह मिलन था

-- तीव्रता का,
अरमानोँ का -जहाँ हम मिलते रहे ,

गमख्वार होते रहे

-और वह पानी और आटे सी महीन चाहत ,
वो होँठोँ पर, लफ्ज्` कुछ, फुसफुसाते गुए
-यही था, अहलो करम्, यही मेरी चाहतोँ का सफर
-तुम्हीँ पे वीरान होती चाहत, तुम्हीँ पे उजडी मुहब्बत !
टूटे हुए, असबाब का सीना, तुम्हीँ मेँ सब कुछ दफन !
किस दर्द से तुनम नागँवारा, किस दर्द से, नावाकिफ ?
किस दर्द के दरिया मेँ तुम, डूबीँ न थीँ ?
इस मौज से, उस माँझी तक, तुम ने पुकारा ,
गीतोँ को सँवारा, कश्ती के सीने पे सवार,
नाखुदा की तरह
-- गुलोँ मेँ वह मुस्कुराना, झरनोँ मेँ बिखर जाना,
तुम्हारा,उस टूटे हुए, सामान के ढेर के नीचे,
खुले दारुण कुँएँ मेँ !
रँगहीन, अँधे, गोताखोर,, कमनसीब, निशानेबाज
भूले भटके, पथ - प्रदर्शक, तुम्हीँ मेँ था सब कुछ, फना !

यात्रा की प्रस्थान बेला मेँ, उस कठिन सर्द क्षण मेँ,
जिसे रात अपनी पाबँदीयोँ मेँ बाँध रखती है
समँदर का खुला पट - किनारोँ को हर ओर से घेरे हुए
और रह जाती हैँ, परछाइयाँ मेरी हथिलियोँ मेँ,
कसमासाती हुईँ --सब से दूर --- सभी से दूर
---इस बिदाई के पल मेँ !
आह ! मेरे, परित्यक्यत्त जीवन !!!
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--- लावण्या

" Ab main Nachyo bahut Gopal "

papaji's dost wrote a famous Book titled,
" Ab main Nachyo bahut Gopal "
do U know who wrote a famous bhajan by this same line ??

Answer : Surdas ji ...it was his bhajan , written when he grew old ...& ...after this one Sree Krishna gave him Darshan in the SWAROOP of a Small Boy :)
have U heard that story ?
Surdasji was Blind poet + Singer
So we call any person with similer talents " ye to Surdas hai ! "
( meaning he can sing though he is blind )

---Surdasji lived at Brindavan & composed new songs each day as he sat in front of Krishna & tried his best to please the Lord so that his Bhakti would be ful filled & Sree Krishnaji , would some day give him Darshan & bless him so that his soul will not be born again n again in this world to feel pain n difficulties .

Many years passed but all his Songs did not bring Krishna in front of Surdasji's Eyes ! He would some days even Dance to please Sree Krishna.Surdas ji's songs = bhajan written for Baby Krishna are particulerly so remarkable that it feels as if Maiyya Yashoda herself is singing --- I have 2 of these ----
" Yashoda, HARI paalne jhulave " -
-- sung by Sadhna Sargam from Mahabharat-- its a Lullaby = a Haalardu :)
& a Nitin Mukesh song, " Maiyya moree , main nahee Maakhan khayo , Daoo [ myBig brother Bal Ram ] bahut khijayo "

[ Krishna after eating Makkhan lies to Maa Yashoda that Mother, I did not eat Butter -- My Elder brother Bal Ram teases me that our Father = Nand Ji is Gora, so is Maa Yashoda & I amGora but you alone r dark ! --- I think they bought you from some one in abazaar & you are not their child !! "
[ Irony is that, though this was TRUE-- as Krishna was DEVKI & VASUDEV's son -- Krishna complains to MaaYashoda & she hugs & kisses his tears away & tells him, I Swear on our entire flock of Cows == which is called GODHAN --- that for as long as the SUN shines , you are my child & I am your Mother !!

"SUCH SUBLIME ..bhaav = feelings come only from a Saint poets heart -- here this Saint poet is SURDASJI my Papaji is also a similer Saint - poet. not boasting but he writes as if He can See Sree Krishna ---

Or like Sree Ram as Baba Tussidasji has written his Bhajans.

SO --- as Surdasji reached a ripe old age, he sobbed one day & sang,

" Abmain, nachyo bahut GOPAL !"

How much do you want me to dance on O lord ? When will you appear before me? & Bless me ?? "

Then he got up & walked towards his Kutiya ( HUT ) in darkness , gropping his way as he was blind & other people had gone home from the temple.

Surdasji did not realise that he was walking straight into an open well as he was really sad & disturbed that night.

Sree Krishna saw this accident about to happen & rushed as a young Boy of 11 & stopped Surdasji saying, "Baba ! Kahan ja rahe ho ? Samne Kunva hai -- Ruko, main aapkee laathi pakad ker aapko kutiya tak chod aata hoon ! "

The Voice was sweet as Amrit & divine & in a flash Surdasji knew this young lad was his Lord " Gopal "

--So Surdasji started pulling on the Laathi = stick & grabbed his hands !!

Sree Krishna tried to free his hands but Surdasji held on tight --- but then let it go ...

Surdasji fell on theground & sang crying, " haath chuda ker jaat ho, tub maanu tumko Shyam, jo dil se mere ja sako tum ..."

& Sree Krishna it is said, " Blessed him by giving him SIGHT & gave DARSHAN in his " CHAR - BHUJA MAHA VISHNU SWAROOP " ----
& after seeing Sree Hari's " Char ~ Bhuja Swaroop "
Surdas got Mukti ---

Lau ( Flame )

Lau
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Til til ker Lau jalti hai,
Man ke Raj Mahal mein !
Nis din
Man ke Raj Mahal mein !

Chausanth lakh khand
Hain Mahal ke
Her baar jala Deep,
Naye re Tan mein !
Ees tan mein aaj
Naval Mandir mein
Manav tan ki,Chhavn mein -

Til til ker lau jaltee hai
Man ke Raj Mahal mein !

Sheekha oordhva
Gyan dipty se
choot chala paapon ka kaajal
Dhoomra raha bus
santapon ke kshan
Lau ka man
Anand leen hai !

Til til ker lau jaltee hai
Man ke Raj Mahal mein !

Khandeet ho jaye,
Mati ka Deepak
poora ho jaye tel sabhi
Na maan rahe, abhimaan rahe,
kuch na bache, na shesh rahe,
Lau ke path mein
aalok siwa !

Til til ker lau jaltee hai
Man ke Raj Mahal mein !
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Lavanya

Paigaam

Paigaam
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Naam likha tha ret per,

Hawa ka ek jhonka aaya

Aa ker , usko mita gaya!

Hawaon pe likh doon
halke hathon se dubara,
Kya main unka naam ?

O pawan, tu hi le ja !
yeh Sandesha mera
Un tak, pahooncha aa !

Keh dena ja ker unse
Tum aaye ho wahin se
Jo tha, Unka Gaanv !

Kuch to teri bhi khata
Aree bawri pawan
Kuch pal ko rook ja !

Reton se athkhelee
ker lutaye tune ,mujh
Birhan ke .. paigaam !

Tu wapis laut ke aana
Mera, bhi pata batana,
haan, sath unhe bhi lana !

Ab , Intezaar rahega tera,
choodi ko , jhoomar ko,
Payal ko aur Bindi ko !

Mere jiyara se chaye
Baadlon ke sang sang
Sahmee huee hai aas !
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Govinda ala re .............

bachpan ke dino mein, jhank rahi hoon aur unhone mujhe ,
Arbi Samudra ke kinare base,
Mahanagar , Maya puri Bambai mein lauta diya.

Govinda ala re .............ki masti, Handi fodna, aur jawano ke dalon ka kartab karte hue , ek duje ki peeth per chadh ker Krishna Kanhaiyaa ki tarah, Matki tak pahunchna, Matki = Handi se doodh, phool , patton ka girna aur wahan per rakhe paison ka oothana , ye sare drishya , yaad aa rahe hain !

Mera bachpan, Machuaron ki ghanee bastee ke bahut najdik beeta hai. Us basti ka naam tha " Danda " ;-)

Koliwada Koli logon ki bastee thee jo Bambai ki pramukh [Adivasee ] - Jan - Jaati hai.

Ek Kolee Kanya jiska naam tha Kashi won humare ghar per rehtee thee aur Krishna Janmastmi ke avsar per, GOVINDA dekhne hum uske sath un logon ki bastee mein jaya karte the.

Bahut maja aata tha dekh ker .... Maujon ka oochalna, lakdi ki badi chotee naaven , machure , Machlee bechtee streeyaan aur jaal samete Koli purush.

Atit ke chal chitra ................................sajeev ho rahe hain.

Mere man ka Bhedee : [ Aaina : Mera Humraaz ]

Mere man ka Bhedee : [ Aaina : Mera Humraaz ]
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Badareeya beech jim Chanda,
Tujh mein , jhanke jo mookhda,
Kaajal ki oot samaya hai.jyun
Meri ankhiyno mein sajanwa !

Singaar ootaroon, jab jab,
Singaar sajaaon nis - din,
Tu mere man ka bhedee
Tujh se na chipi koi baat !.

Joban ko dekhe darpan,
Nayanan maan jaltee aag !
Gaye more piya gahan , van
Tu dikhlana ghar ki baat !

Neeli saree moree mailee bhayee
Neel gaganva chamke, Taare,
Tujh se kehti hoon, sun le , tu,
Piyu kab lautenge more duvare ?
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[ :Lavanya ]

Ashadhi Badalon ka pravas / Ode to the Monsoon winds ]

Malyanil sugandha aayi aali,
Fir ghir aaye Badra kale ~

dakshin dish se oothte
jhuk jhuk ker fir rookte
Mahasaagar ka Jal peete !

ghir aaye Badra kale ~

Lanka - dweep nihare,
Narkeli ke vriksha pukare
patton ke mukut hil ker kehte
Tum, rook jao badra Kale
Ghan barso musaladhaar !

Manthar gati se aage badhte,
Aandhra, Karnatak se mudte,
Goa se fir le jeevan Sangeet ,
Dakhshin pathar per barsate !
Phir ghir aaye badra Kale !

Chal Gajgaminiyon si chaal
Oothaye rom rom mein jwaal
San - sananan san, sunvate,
Fir Maharastra per chaate !
Lo, fir ghir aaye badra kale !

Tript ho aahla ras sub gaate
Mayur bhi dekho nritya dikhate .
Gaanv sheher, jan jeevan per
oomad ghoomad chaa jate
sam darshi amrut varsha barsate
Aali, yun kale badra ghir aate !
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From : Lavanya

laila ~ Majnu ki Maut pe

Moti se chehre pe paani hai thehra

oos ke haar chumte aaj unka sehra !

khamosh fizaon mein goonjte sannate

ret per biche kisse unke pyar ki laash ke

ye Majnu ki registaan per Laila ke chehre pe

muskaan maut ki dekhta reha Zamana

masoomiyat ko huee jo Mohobbat per aaj kurbaan !

Lavanya

aaj ki Nari

Karm - Yogi bano ,

Kaha hume, Hari - Madhusudan ne

Geeta ka Amar Sandesh ,

aaj hua aam , ghar ghar mein !

Kya Bharat ya kya Videsh,

Nari bani " Karm - Yogini "

aaj wo nahi thakti,

apno ke liye ,

swayam ke liye,

woh kya kuch

aaj , nahi kiya karti !

Kala aur Boodha Chaand !

Kala aur Boodha Chaand !
~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~ Bojhil jeevan ke bhaar bhara main sammukh hoon ,
Jarjar jeevan ka bojh liye , main stambhit hoon !
Chand dekh raha , woh bhi Saathi hai mera ,
mere jeevan ke antim chor pahuncheen pagdandi ko !

Janam Maran, kisne samjha hai ? Jwar bhata hai ye !
Aateen lehren, hut jaateen hain fir - fir aateen hain !
Aas ke badal ki badlee bhi neer kahan barsateen ?
Bijli kshan kshan kaamp kaamp ker tham jati hai !

Main haar chuka tan man aur sarvasva mera .
Ai Chand ! suno tum bhi , jo main keh raha !
Aaj khada hoon , peeth dikha ker , chal nikla,
Roko mat mujhko , hai path per yunhi aage jana !
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[ Lavanya ]

HYMN

~SURYA

SURYA SWARNIM

ATMA BHI SWARNIM

PHOOL SWARNIM !

TARANG AATEEN

VYOM BHURTEEN

OOTHA YE HOON, BHUJA

ROM ROM JHARTEEN !

SWARNA LEKHA REKH

CHIRANTAN SHASHWATI

AAHVAN DETA HOON TUMHE

SAWARO GEET - SWAPNA MERE !

HEY PRABHU MERE PUNYODAY

SWARNA -GARBHA KOKH TUM !

VYOM PAAR PRAKASHIT TUM,

PHOOL SARDRASHA SUKOMAL !

SURBHIT SWAPNA SE TUM,

KARTE DISHA DISHA UDBHASIT

AHAM, SATTVA, SHARIR -

TEENO KRIPA TERI AARADHTE HAIN !

DO JYOTI KA VARDDAN HEY,

YEH, TUMSE MAANGTE HAIN !

DO MUKTI KA AADHAAR -

ITNA YAACHTE HAIN !

DO SWARNIM PRABHA EK BAAR ,

HEY MERE SWARNIM - PUSHPA -

SURYA PRAN MERE,

TUMSE MANGTE HAIN !

MERI PRARTHNAON KE TUM HI TO ,

HO AADHAAR

SARVASVA MERA DOHRATA BAAR BAAR ,

BHHAHEIN FAILA PRAN,

TUMHI SE GAAN - ASHA KA

PRABHU ! YE MAANGTE HAIN !

SWARNIM PRABHI BALWATI

SAD -GATI TUMSE MANGTE HAIN !

DIWAKER ! NAMOSTUTE !

PRABHAKER ! NAMOSTUTE !

BHASKARA NAMOSTUTE !

OM ! SHANTI ! SHANTI SHANTEEHI !! ~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~[ LAVANYA ]

Amma ( Susheela )
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Maan ! Tum chalee gayeen !
Deh ke Bandhan sub tod
Sare rishte naate tod , chod
Seemit seemaon ke paar ,
Jeerna sheerna deh ke dwar ,
Mamta ka Ujiyala baal,
Thake kadam se, moonde nayan se ,
Humen , chodker gayeen !
Maan tum chalee gayeen !

Kaun kahega, " Beti,
Sun rahi ho na ree ? "
" Haan, amma, sun rahee hoon ! "
Kisse ab , ye kahoongee ?

Ker dena sare apradh kshama
Avhelna ya manmutav bhaav
Udar hriday se, kar sub ko kshama !
Maan ! Main hoon teri beti !
O Maan ! Tum kyon chalee gayeen !
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{ meri Amma, Smt Sushila Narendra Sharma ki pawan smritiyon Naman karte hue , us Maa ko yaad karte hue jinska sampoorna jeevan , apne parivar ke prati samarpit raha , use yaad karte hue ki jiske antim kshano mein , main us ke pas sa - shareer upasthit na reh saki aur us ki glani va peeda , sadaiv mere sath rahegi . .......................Ye Shraddha ~~ Suman Maa Mahamaya swaroopini , her mamtamayee Mata ke prati .................}

chunariya .....

Rahe mathe per saji chunariya
her ek, Suhagin ki,
Rahe Man - Mandir mein aas ,
Dev, tumare Poojan ki !

Dhool bhuri galiyaan royengeen
jab beti, babul se bichudegi
Ye reet Tumhari , preet humari,
hai kitni jaani - pehchani !

Fir lautegi kuch barson mein
Munne ~Gudiya ko sang le ke,
Kilkariyon se gunjit hoker
Nanihaal ki bagiya Goonjegi !

( lavanya )

BRIJ KA RASIYA KHELE HORI ...............

BRIJ KA RASIYA KHELE HORI .....................
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( RADHA : Swagat : )

( Naaeen ke bhes SHYAM paayan pakhaar ke,
adeen mahavar surang ang dino hai !
Sakuchee saloni sukumat naar, hiye laaj
aaj Brijraj mere kaaj eet kino hai ! )

Radha ke gore gore gaal, us pe Mohan ne malyo Gulal ,
Ho Mohan murli wale ne, Radhe rang mein rang daree !
Radhe rang mei rang dari .............................................

Khadee Nand ju ki ujrai atri, bhori Radha lage pyari pyari
He Mohan murliwale ne, Radhe rang mein rang daree .......
Radhe rang mei rang dari .............................................

Chamm chamm baje payaliya au' dhinn dhinn baje pakhwaj
nacheeyn taal dayee nagar ki nari, nache vriddha aru baal,
Mohan murli wale ne Radhe rang mei rang dari .....................

Chunree bacha ke bhabhi chul deen, Maa bhabhi main to pe nihaal !
Jan Jan naach raha daiyy taal ki mohan murliwale ne radhe rang dari
Radhe rang mei rang dari ................................................................

Bheenji radha kaanpe huee behal , Mohan ne chutki lee kaat aur
Anbar pe ude re Kesar misrit Gulal , ki Mohan murliwale ne ..bhori ,..
Radhe rang mei rang dari ........................................................................
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( pratham 4 panktiyaan Brij Sahitya se sabhaar )

( lavanya )

Dil Phir jhoom utha : ~~~~~~

Dil Phir jhoom utha : ~~~~~~

[ Bahot pehle likhi ek nazm ]

~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~Dil phir jhoom utha, aapke aa jane per ,

Hai jalwon ki kashish, aapke diwane per ~

`dil phir jhoom utha ~~~

Aisi raaten gujareen humne,

jaise veerana sheher

Jahan ko bhula diya, ek tere jane per

Ab nahi tu, na tere haseen rukhsaar ,

aa gale aake lag ja , mere , bichde pyar !

dil phir jhoom utha , aapke aajane per

hai jalwon ki kashish, aapke diwane per !

Kitne lamhe, gamgeen mere hath lage

,kitne dukh dard mere sath rahe

Kahan Jannat , kahan khuda hasil ?

Nahi karta hoon een sawalon ko !

dil phir jhoom utha aapke aa jane per,

hai jalwon ki kashish, aapke diwane per !

Tere jalwon ki roshni mei khade !

Kaise but ki ibadat , hum karen ?

Tu mujhe pas bula le yaarab ,

bin tere jee ke bhi hum kya karen ?

dil phir jhoom utha, aapke aa jane per ,

hai jalwon ki kashish, aapke diwane per !

Kuch behtareen Sher :~~~

1 ) "Behzad" sahib muhabbat ki pehchaan is andaaz mein karaatehaiN :-

"ashkoN ko mere lekar daaman par jaraa jaaNcho,

jam jaaye to ye khooN hai, beh jaye to paani hai !"

2 ) muhabbat aur majboori ka daaman aur choli ka saath hai. isi baare mein:-

"majboori-e-muhabbat Allah tujh se samjhe,

unke sitam bhi seh kar deni padi duayen."

3 ) aage wo kahte haiN ki ishq ka khyaal ibaadat mein bhi peeccha nahiN chhodta:-

"ab is ko kufr kahoon ya kahoon kamale ishq,

namaaz mein bhi tumhaara khyaal hota hai."

4) muhabbat ki hadd kahan tak hai, dekhiye:-

"jaan lene ke liye thodi si khaatir kar di,

raat moonh choom liya shamaa ne parwaane ka."

5) Galib ka ye sher to aapke zehan se na jaane kitni baar guzra hoga:-

"ishq par jor nahiN, hai ye aatish Galib;

ke lagaaye na lage aur bujhaye na bujhe."

6 ) Arsh Malsyani ka yeh sher shayad pasand aaye:-

"tawazun khoob ye ishq-o-sazaye-ishq mein dekha,

tabiyat ek baar aayi museebat baar baar aayi."

7) lekin aakhir ye `muhabbat' hai kya balaa?
Iqbal sahib ka ye sher qabil-e-taareef hai:-

"muhabbat kya hai?
taaseer-e-muhabbat kis ko kahate hain?

tera majboor kar dena, mera majboor ho jaana."

8) aur `Adam' sahib bhi dhoond rahe haiN:-

"wo aate hain to dil mein kuchh kasak maaloom hoti hai,

men darta hoon kahin isko muhabbat to nahin kahte !"

unko tasallibakhsh jawaab nahin mila:-

9) "ay dost mere seene ki dhadkan ko dekhna,

wo cheez to nahin hai muhabbat kahen jise."

10 ) kahte hain ki ishq andha hota hai lekin? :-

"ishq naazuk hai behad, aql ka bojh utha nahiN sakta."

11 ) ek zamaana tha ke ishq ke maaroN ki zubaan par `Daag'sahib ka ye sher besaakhta nikal jaata tha:-

"dil ke aayine mein hai tasveere yaar,

jab zara gardan jhukayidekh li tasveere yaar ! "

12 ) mere nojawaan doston, ye yaad rakhna:-

"muhabbat shauq se keeje magar ek baat kahti hoon,

har ek khush-rang patthar gauhar-o-neelam nahin hota."

13 ) aur ye bhi yaad rakhna jaise ke Iqbal sahib ne taaqeed ki hai:

"khaamosh ay dil! bhari mehfil mein chillaana nahin achha,

adab pehla qareena hai muhabbat ke qareenon mein"

14 ) aakhir meiN Faiz sahib ke is sher ke saath baat khatm karti hoon jismen maano saari kaynaat ek taraf aur muhabbat ?

:-))

"aur kya dekhne ko baaqi hai,aap se dil lagaa ke dekh liya!"

Khwab

[ 1 ] Ai Khwab .........Tum chale Jao !
yunhi aa aa ker fir ,
Dabe paanv ........laut jao !
Jab tum aaker chale jate ho ,
kyon apni nishani chode jate ho ?
Tum aaye to the yehi bus hai ,
wahi sunehri jhalak dikhlao ,
jo bikhri rehti hai chehre pe !

Her Chehre per ,

tumhare jane ke Bad

~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~[ 2 ] Khwabon se dhuan uth ker , kehta hai kinaron ko ,

Hum laut ke aayenge fir inhi makamon ko -

Teri aankhon ke ujalon mein hum doobte jayengen

patvar muhobbat ki le , saahil tak aayengen

Kaisa hai Junoone dil, her haal pe Babastaan

Ek TU hai nigahon mein, jale shama jyun ahista

Kyon pyase hain lab mere, kyon chayi udasi hai ?

Kyon chup hain diwaren ?

Gamkhwar hai kyon jeena ?~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~[ 3 ] Rehne bhi do ye wah wahi,

hain ye tootte se manjar

Gumshuda ki hain talashen ,

doobte dil ki hai awaz !

Na sath chahiye na, Manzil ka housla

Na Maanjhiyon ke saahil, na khone ka gila !

Dafna ke aaye hain hum, her rishton ko tamaam

bhoole se aa na jaye, hothon pe tera naam !

Hain yaad ke samandar , thehri hui hai sham

Sub kuch udas sa hai, teri aarzoo ke naam -

Kaise likhoon main Naam tera, syahi se aajkal

Ho dil mei tum samaye, mehmaan se banker !

Chup rehna hi behtar hai, Karna barf paani ko

Kahin aag na laga den, mere khoulte khayal !

Tere raston pe aakhir, na aaye oomar bhur -

Lab si liye hain yaaran, karte hue safar !

per yaad hai ki barbas, aati hai jhoomke

Baanhen gale mein daalne, hain ye iltaja ke kaam !

Hain dhadkane abhi bhi , rooh mein wahi aagaaz

hai aaj bhi labon pe halka sa tera naam !

hai sukoon mujhko yaarab- dil mein tadap si hai

nahi hai to ek tu hi aankhon mein jaise khwab !

tu ne mushkilen chuda ker di thi hume panah

hai aaj bhi jahan mein thithki hui si aah !

Kuch der ko to tanha rehne do ji hume,

yaadon ke jhurmuton mein thehri hui hai Sham !

lambe udas saaye, lahrate jheel per ,

takta hai moonh baaye aasmaan ko jyon chinaar ! ~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~

[ Lavanya ]

Parvat Pradesh Mein Pawas -- Pantji Dadaji ki ek Kavita

[ Sindur & Sopan / Innocent Smiles ]

hindi.org/sankalan/varsha_mangal/poems/pavas.htm

Kavita ka Sheershak hai:

" Parvat Pradesh Mein Pawas " ~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~ ~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~
Pantji ne ees mein Prakriti varnan itna sajeev kiya hai ki Himalay ke parvat shrinkhla kavita padhnewale ke samne sahaj, saakar ho uthte !

Shabd chayan, bhhav, pravah , lay aur gati chando ki matraon mein bandhi " Him Prapaat si sunder " , saral aur vegvati Kaavya - dhaara ban ker sakshat ho uthti hai --

Pehli panktiyaan hai , ------->

" Pawas Ritu thi, Parbat pradesh ,"

[ Pahadon per barkha ritu ka aagman hua hai, ]

" Pal Pal parivartit Prakruti vesh, "

[ Kavi Pant ji ki Sashakt Kalam, yehan per , humare samaksha, chal chitrose drishya prastut karne ki bhumika bana chuke hain --> Pathak utsukta se bandhe aage ke drishyon ko dekhne ke liye lalayit hai ]~~>

" Mekhlakaar parbat apar, "

[ alankaar , upmaan = Mekhlakar Parbat Shreni ]

" avlok raha hai baar baar, "

[ kya dekh rahi hain parbat Shrinkhlayen ?]

" Neeche Jal mein nij Mahakaar "

[ Parbat ka pratibimb Jal -rashi mei dristigochar hai - Sunder Shabd - Chitran ban pada hai ]

" Jiske Chrnon mein pada Taal, Darpan sa Faila hai Vishaal "

[ Yehan Darpan ke sath Taal ki Upma dene se Jal ki Swachta ka aabhas mil jata hai, yehi darshata hai, Sahi Shabd - Chayan , jo bhaavon ko bhi mukhrit karne mein saksham hai ]

" Giri Ka Gaurav, Ga Ga Ker,
Mad mein nas nas Uttejit ker ,
Moti ki Ladiyon se Sunder,
Jharte hai, jhaag bhure Nirjjhar !"

[ parbat per se behte hue jharne , usika gaurav - gaan , mad se uttejit hoker gate hue, Moti ki Ladiyon se [ Shubhra + Fenil ] dhaar liye beh rahe hain , ye kitna sajeev chitran hai. Upma , alankaar sabhi safal hain ]

" Girivar ke oor se ooth ooth ker,
Oocchaakshanon se Taruver,
Hain jhaank rahe Nirav - Nabh per,
Animesh, atal ,kuch Chintaper ! "

[ Yehan Kavi hume Oonat oothe hue Vrikshon se parichit karva rahe hain, jo Maun hoker kuch chintit se , maanav - hriday ke oor ( Mann ) se oothe bhavon se pratit ho rahe hain .

Ye pathak ke inner self - " Antarman ki Chetna " se juda sparsh hai jo Kavya ko Kaaljayi swaroop pradan karta hai.]

Aur ab,

" Ud gaya achanak lo Bhudher ,
Fadka apar parad ke per,
Rav Shesh reh gaye hain Nirjhar ,
Hai toot pada Bhu per , Amber ! "

[ yehan chitra sajeev, sapran bun utha hai, bhudhar Pare se, chamkile , per fadfadaker ud chala hai ~~~
jharnoka sangeet jari hai, aur achanak, mano sara aakash dharti per toot pada ho aise varsha , joron se girne lagti hai Yehan Shabd - Chitra mein Gati hai, aur Pakshi, jharne aur Badal barsneki 3 kriyon ka ek sath chitran hai ]

" Dhans Gaye dhara mein sabhay shaal,
Ooth raha dhuaan, Jal Gaya Taal,
Yon Jalad yaan mein vichar vichar ,
Tha Indra khelta Indra -Jaal ! "

Bhartiya puratan sahitya mein Indra Varsha Ritu ke Devta hain.
We ees Barsati Mausam mein mano " Jalad yaan " mane Pani se Sanchalit Viman mein ghumte hue apna Indra - Jaal ka sammohan bicha rahe hain.

Joron ki barish se der ker mano Shaal ke ped , jameen mein dhans se gaye hain.

Sarovar ki satah per kuhasa dekh Kavi use Dhuen ki upma dete hain mano Taal ,jal raha hai aur uske hriday se dhuaan ooth raha hai --

Peechle antre mein jo Varsha ka joron se girna uske baad Taal aur Shaal per uski pratikriya ko Indra ke Maya jaal ke khel ke sath joda gaya hai ]

[ " Woh Sarla , us Giri ko Kehti thi - Baadal -Ghar ! " ]

[ yeh panktiyaan ek Balika ke liye likhi gayi hain jo Parbaton per girti barish ko dekh unhe Badalon ka ghar keh ker pukara karti thi --Kavi ki ye Antarman ki aawaz hai, Kavya ki atma , ya kahen to Nazm ki Rooh hai ye Balika jise Kavi Sarla yani Simple = innocent ka naam dete hain . > Kavi Shree Sumitra Nandan Pantji Hindi Kaavya Jagat ke ek Yashashvi, amar Nakshatra hain jinki Divya Jyoti aaj bhi ajar amar hai. Unki Kavitaoon mein jo ek Masoom, bholi, naadan Nanhee Ladki ka patra hai , Wo Angrezi Sahitya ke William Wordsworth ke Ek aise hi Patra LUCY se bhi mel khata hai ~~~~ Bhaav ek se hi hain, bhule bhasha alag hon, aur Kavita Rachnewale do alag bhukhand per base Kavirmanishi hon ~~ Ye link dekhen, ~~

http://www.readbookonline.net/readOnLine/3315/ ]

" Ees tarah, mere Chitere Hriday ki,
Bahya Prakriti bani Chamaktrut Chitra thi "

[ Kavi yehan kehte hain ki, Bahar jo aankhen dekh rahi hain, use Man roopi Chitrakaar ek Romanchak Chitra ki tarah apne sajeev Kavya -Shilpa se rangon mein bhur raha hai ]

" Saral Shaishav ki Sukhad Sudhi si, wahi,
Balika meri Manoram Mitra thi ! "

[ Yeh Sarla Balika , ye masoom ladki , shayad Sach ho ya Kavike Sunehle bachpan ke dino ki mithi yaad hi shayad ek naye andaz se samne aayi ho, kise pata ? ]

Bachpan ki yaad kise mithi nahi lagti ? Aur we sari madhur yaaden aaj unki Manoram = Sunder Bal mitra mein sama gayi hain ]

Shayad Her Kavi Hriday tabhi Kavita likh pata hai jab wo Us Bhaav -bhoomi per ja ker baith jata hai jahan her vyakti ek Nadaan, bhola Baccha ban ker, Samaj ko, logon ko, ghar parivar ko, rishton - naaton ko, unse uthi anubhutiyon ko aur Kabhi Prakruti ko dekhta hai !

Kabhi aisa bhi hota hai ki, een sub ko dekhne parakhneke baad, ye bhi sochta hai ki, Main Kaun hoon ? Mera Wajood kya hai ees Jahan mein ?

Aur tab Kavi us ke bare mein sochta hai jo dikhai nahi deta , Pratyaksha se Paroksh ka safar wahin se shuru hota hai !

" Iccha - Mritu ".............

" Iccha - Mritu ".............
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" Iccha - Aniccha ke dwand mein dhansa, pisa mann -
Dharasayi tan, dagdh , kutil agni - vrun se , chalni,
Tejaswi Surya sa, Ganga - Putra ka , gira , dekh rahe,
Kurukshetra ki Ran - bhoomi mein , Yuddhisthir !

[ Yudhisthir ]
" Ha Taat ! Yuddha ki vibhishika mein tapt - dagdha ,
peedit , lahu chooste ye Bano ka saghan aavrun ,
tan karom rom - ghayal kiye ! Ye kaisa Kshan hai ! "

Dharm -Raj, rath se ootar ker , maun khade hain ,
Rook gaya hai yuddh , Ravi - Astachalgami !
aa rahe sabhi Bandhav , dhanurdhar eesi disha mein ,
Ashru anjali dene, vikal, dukh katar , tapt hriday samete.

[ Arjun]
" Pitamah ! Pranaam ! Kshama karen ! Dhik- dhikkar hai !"
Gaandiv ko ootar , ashru purit netron se karta Pranaam ,
Dhara per jhuk gaya Partha ka purusharth , hatash , haara
Tan - Man, man manthan Kurukshetra ke Ranangan mein !

[ Bheeshma Pitamah ]
" Aao putra ! Do sheershasan mera sir ooncha karo !"
[ Arjun ]
" Jo Agya Taat ! " Keh paanch teeron se oothaya sheesh
[ Bheeshma ]
" Pyas lagi hai putra, pila do jal mujhe " - fir aagya hui ,
Nishabd Arjun ne Shar Sandhaan se Ganga prakat ki !

[ Sree Krishna ]

" Hey , Veer Ganga -putra ! Jai Shantanu - Nandan Ki !
Suno Veer Pandav,ICCHA ..............
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" Iccha - Aniccha ke dwand mein dhansa, pisa mann -
Dharasayi tan, dagdh , kutil agni - vrun se , chalni,
Tejaswi Surya sa, Ganga - Putra ka , gira , dekh rahe,
Kurukshetra ki Ran - bhoomi mein , Yuddhisthir !

[ Yudhisthir ]

" Ha Taat ! Yuddha ki vibhishika mein tapt - dagdha ,
peedit , lahu chooste ye Bano ka saghan aavrun ,
tan karom rom - ghayal kiye ! Ye kaisa Kshan hai ! "

Dharm -Raj, rath se ootar ker , maun khade hain ,
Rook gaya hai yuddh , Ravi - Astachalgami !
aa rahe sabhi Bandhav , dhanurdhar eesi disha mein ,
Ashru anjali dene, vikal, dukh katar , tapt hriday samete.

[ Arjun]
" Pitamah ! Pranaam ! Kshama karen ! Dhik- dhikkar hai !"
Gaandiv ko ootar , ashru purit netron se karta Pranaam ,
Dhara per jhuk gaya Partha ka purusharth , hatash , haara
Tan - Man, man manthan Kurukshetra ke Ranangan mein !

[ Bheeshma Pitamah ]
" Aao putra ! Do sheershasan mera sir ooncha karo !"
[ Arjun ]
" Jo Agya Taat ! " Keh paanch teeron se oothaya sheesh
[ Bheeshma ]
" Pyas lagi hai putra, pila do jal mujhe " - fir aagya hui ,
Nishabd Arjun ne Shar Sandhaan se Ganga prakat ki !

[ Sree Krishna ]
" Hey , Veer Ganga -putra ! Jai Shantanu - Nandan Ki !
Suno Veer Pandav, " Iccha - Mritu " eenka Vardaan hai
ab Uttarayan ki karengen prateeksha Bhishma yunhi ,
Lete Baan Shaiyya per , yunhi, purnahuti tak ! "

Kuruk - Shetra ke Ran Maidaan ka ye bhi ek Sarg hai !

[ Lavanya ]


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asha hai aap sabhi ko ye Drishya yaad ho aayega ~~~~ ~~~~
Mahabharat TV series ke oobharne ki prakriya maine bade kareeb se dekhi thi aur ees tarah ke kai sare Prasang mere man mein aaj bhi sajeev hain kyonki mere pita Pandit Narendra Sharmaji ne hi ees Series ka Concept diya, Title song likha aur her tarah ka Paramarsh bhi diya tha. Mere likhe hue 18 Dohe bhi Mahabharat Series mein maujud hain. Wo fir kabhi likhoongi ~~~

Yuddha ki Vishamta, Badon ke Atmosarga se hi plavit hoker , Ganga avtaran karvati hai, jisse Kutil manujta ke sare paap dhul jate hain !

Sabhi ko Gangaji ka Nirmal - Jal sheetalta pradan kare ,
yehi asha se,
vineet,
Lavanya

WAQT KYA HAI ?

WAQT KYA HAI ?
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Banta hua sach , ki maya - jaal ?
Bhoot, bhavishya ya Vartmaan ?

Freeze - Frame mein band lamhe,
Photo images , slide show hai ?

Padma patra per laite Bal Mukund ,
Shesh Shayi Narayan, Ksheer Sagar per ,
Ulkayen Brahmand mein tirohit vyom par
Shrishti Sarjan, Natraj Nartan fir Samadhi Kailash per !

Ban chale Ram Raghurai , sang Janki Maai aur
Sath , Lakshman jaisa Bhai ! Rawan - Vadh !
Missar mein uthte Piramyd , shila dhoti peeth ,
Hammu Rabbi ka Niyamak Shila Lekh Assyiria mei !

Chin mein Barud , Kagaj ki Ijad , estemaal , fanoos sunder ,
Sindhu Ghati Sabhyata ki neenv aur achanak mit jana !
yeh Waqt beeta, aaye Samudra Gupta, Chandra Gupt , Ashok,
Panini, Bhav Bhuti, Varah Mihir, Aarya Bhatt aur Chanakya !

Shak, Kushaan, Hun, Taimur Lung , Chowl Raj, Chalukya, Pandya Raj
Saat Wahan, Madurai, Meenaxi , base Mandir Nagar , Khajuraho , Ajanta !
Moghul aaye, Indra Prastha ko Delhi , ye ab naya Naam diya !
Taj Mahal, Moti Masjid, Qtab Minar, Sikri Bulund Darwaja samne aaye !

Unhe dekhte, Salaam karte ab Gore aa ghuse Bharat ki Bhoomi per !
Aaudhyogik Kranti ne modi disha passchatya Sabhyata ki aur lad mare,
Fransisi, Italian, German, Spanish , Dutch , Britanvi Yahudi se , aapas mein
dekhta raha een yuddhon ko Madhya Asia, purvi Asia thatha Roos aur Chin !

Basa Amrika bhoo khand, tab Europe ke hi Ansh se aur bahoot aage badha !
Chand per ja pahuncha aadmi , bhoot kal ab aaj ka Vart maan Beesvi sadi bana !

Do Do Maha - Yuddh aaye aur chale gaye, Daudti raheen Machine her Up Khand pe,
Anu Sandhaan, Bam Visfot se nar , Purna Nar -Samharak hai ab bana !
Kya hoga Bhavishya, Manav jati ka, Maanviya Sabhyata ka ?
Sochen agar 21 vi Sadi ke aarambh mein to kya kahen ?

Mobile, wire less taknik , DVD, CD, TV , computer, muto media , transportation
Quantam physics , Vigyaan ki den , suvidhaayen atyaaadhunik Yug ki hain aaj !
Aur aage faila hai Maha Saagar , aanewale Bhavi Itihaas ka , jo hai anischitt !
Vasudhaiv Kutumbakam yatharth !

Duniya ek chota Gola hai ~~ Neel Grah , Prithvi !

Yehi vishal Vyom ke madhya mein Ek Humarta Ghar hai ! Bada Sunder hai ~~
Kya Hum eese nashta hone dengen ?

Ya Swarg sthapit karenge , dhara per ?
Yeh aage ki shesh Katha kya hogi ?

Ye to aanewala Waqt hi likhrga , nayi Kavita !
Jo soch rahen hain aaj, ye humari bus Prarthanayen, duayen ,

Waqt ke naam hain !
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[ Lavanya ]

Melody & song --

[ This is a Photo of my son SOPAN in a pensive mood ]
These are some Song or Tunes I found on the NET --
on a Young man's web site [ His name is Gautam Dhar ] which is really nice --
So borrowing it from there & giving a place of pride here on my BLOG

Enjoy these melodious songs : ~~~

Aaj Purani Rahon Se

Pukarta Chala Hoon Mai

Nazar Na Lag Jaye

Chura Liya Hai Tumne

Manzilen Apni Jagah Hain

Tum Pukar Lo

Kuch Na Kaho

Chalte Chalte

Guncha Koi

Rock & Roll Tune Sholay -

Moon River


Main Theme
Stairway To Heaven
The Love Story
The Old Maple

India's National Anthem

RAM - NAAM ----

RAM - NAAM ----

Ram hain sub mein , na sub hain Ram,

Kintu hai ADHIKAAR sub ko, Ram ka len Naam !

Ram ka vaishisttya , unke naam mein vyapak,

Swayam Ram pranamya,

unka naam param pranaam !!

-Nidhi Pati -- Prati Nidhi Ram nidhi pati,

Bharat prati nidhi Ram ke !

Aprainami Ram, karan Bharat shubh parinaam ke !

Aur aisa kaun , sanskrit , vikrut ko jo ker sake ?

Prakruti ki mamta, ahanta , jeev ki jo her sake ?

Keh sake jo, Ram hi nidhipati, Ayodhya - dham ke !

Awadh ban jata vadh - sthal , wadh sthal banta Awadh,

Bharat ke karan na sajjanta sahaj tajta Awadh !

Bharat ke dakshin kiye kartab vidhata vaam ke !

Awadh sarthak hai Bharat ke Nandi - Gram niwas mein,

Sankhya prakruti - pradhaan sarthak Bharat yogabhyas mein !

Ram sayan, Bharat niryan Surya antaryaam ke !

Tyag - bhag - vivek tek, avirat sadhna ,

Bharat - vrat mein nihit raja Ram ki sambhavna !

Bhartiya Grihastha pratinidhi hon Bharat nishkaam ke !

Bharat ki kartavya - mati mein Naagrik ADHIKAAR hain,

Bhart , BHAARAT ke subhag avitavya ke aadhaar hain !

Man humare sagun mandir hon Bharat gun gram ke !

[ Dono Kavya Rachna : swargiya Pandit Narendra Sharma ]

आवागमन

आवागमन ( written : 4 th Dec. 1974 ) --लावण्या

आवागमन
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चलो मेरे मन बाल रवि तुम, तुम्हे नवेली उषा लिवाने आई !

जागो , निकलो, घर के बाहर, हो चुकी तारोँ की बिदाई !
लाख सात सौ, तारक बहनेँ सजा हवेली,

चाँद ने ब्याह कराईँ धरती के सूने आँगन पे उढने की,

अब बारी तुम्हारी आई !
तुम हो नन्हे, अभी शिशु से, लाज गाल पे पथराई

धीरे चढना, कुछ पल रूकना, कहे आम की अमराई !
देखो दूर सुदूर गाँव मेँ फैली भोर की अरुणाई

जीवन के सूने प्राँगण मेँ, शक्ति जीवन की मुस्काई !
वह किसान , ले हल निकाल, जा करने को रहा जुताई,

बैलोँके खुर की जुगल जोडी से, छम ~ छम बाजी पुरवाई !
ना शरमाना,देखो उपरसे, दुनिया काम से गहमाई,

वह माँ है, जो जुटी कर्म मेँ, ड्योढी जिसकी हर्षाई !
बालक उसका तुझे देखकर, पकडे तेरी, गरमाई,

छोटा रवि मेरा, उठ गया तू, क्या, कडी धूप रे बरसाई !
आह ! अब न कहूँ शिशु, बाल न मेरा फूटी तेरी तरुणाई,

हाय ! कुँलाचेँ भर, दौड कर, गया दिन ! - बजी अब शहनाई !
सज गया साँझ से ब्याह रचाने, हो गई, प्रेम की भरपाई !

कर ब्याह सुँदरी साँझसे, गया, रही मैँ ही प्यासी --
छिप गया ओट मेँ रात की, ना हुई , मेरे मन की चाही,

रात रात भर बहे जो आँसू, श्यामा, रात तारोँ से रतनाई !
ना दिखा मुझे तू, बाल ~ रवि, या, पौरुष वह,

साँध्य ,जिसकी गदराई, कर दिया प्रकाशित,

चँद्र दिवा भी, फिर भी, शाँति ही हाथ आई !
सब खोज तेरी जब व्यर्थ हुई तब, खिली चमेली कँपाई,

थके नयन ज्योँही, मूँदे मैँने, प्राची से तभी आवाज आई ...
" माँ क्या सो गईँ तुम ? जागो, मुझे लिवाने, उषा आई ! "
" छलने मेँ माहिर मेरा बेटा ! " कह माँ धरती, मुस्काई !

Farewell to Mahatma Gandhi ...

Farewell to Mahatma Gandhi ...

The Making of MAHATMA :
[ Documentry of 21 yrs. in Johannesburg, Africa.] [ 32 min.s + 25 sec. ] [ courtsey : www.gandhiserve.org]

http://video.google.com/videoplay?docid=5992676383986679918
http://streams.gandhiserve.org/others_on_gandhi_audio.html

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Zakir Hussain
13 sec

Henry Polak
58 sec

Henry Polak
53 sec

Reginald Reynolds
27 sec

J.B. Kripalani
1 min 45 sec

Mirabehn
2 min 34 sec

Lord Mountbatten
13 min 11 sec

Jawaharlal Nehru
4 min 07 sec

Martin Luther King, Jr.
6 min 17 sec


Albert Einstein

[ Courtsey ] Screenplay by : John Briley : Final Draft
For Film : GANDHI THE COMMENTATORS' ROSTRUM - KINGSWAY - NEW DELHI - EXTERIOR -

DAY Commentators from all over the world are covering the ceremony. We concentrate on one, let us say the most distinguished American broadcaster of the time, Edward R. Murrow, who sits on the makeshift platform, a microphone marked "CBS" before him, describing the procession as technicians and staff move quietly around him. MURROW (clipped, weighted) ...The object of this massive tribute died as he had always lived -- a private man without wealth, without property, without official title or office... KINGSWAY - NEW DELHI - EXTERIOR - DAY As the cortege continues on its way, we get shots of the marching soldiers, of the faces of Sikhs, and Tamils, Anglo- Indians, Moslems from the north, Marathas from the south, blue-eyed Parsees, dark-skinned Keralans... MURROW'S VOICE-OVER Mahatma Gandhi was not a commander of great armies nor ruler of vast lands, he could boast no scientific achievements, no artistic gift... Yet men, governments and dignitaries from all over the world have joined hands today to pay homage to this little brown man in the loincloth who led his country to freedom... We see the throng, following the weapon-carrier bier of Gandhi as it slowly inches its way along the Kingsway. Mountbatten, tall, handsome, bemedalled, walks at the head of dignitaries from many lands... and behind them a broad mass of Indians. For a moment we see their sandalled feet moving along the roadway and realize their quiet, rhythmic shuffling is the only noise this vast assemblage has produced. MURROW'S VOICE-OVER Pope Pius, the Archbishop of Canterbury, President Truman, Chiang Kai-shek, The Foreign Minister of Russia, the President of France... are among the millions here and abroad who have lamented his passing. In the words of General George C. Marshall, the American Secretary of State, "Mahatma Gandhi had become the spokesman for the conscience of mankind..." In the crowd following the bier we pick out the tall, English figure of Mirabehn, dressed in a sari, her face taut in a grief that seems ready to break like the Ganges in flood. Near her a tall, heavy-set man, Germanic, still powerful of build and mien though his white hair and deep lines suggest a man well into his sixties (Kallenbach). He too marches with a kind of numb air of loss that is too personal for national mourning. On the edge of the street an American newspaperman (Walker) watches as the bier passes him. He has been making notes, but his hand stops now and we see the profile of Gandhi from his point of view as the weapon-carrier silently rolls by. It is personal, close. Walker clenches his teeth and there is moisture in his eyes as he looks down. He tries to bring his attention to his pad again, but his heart is not in it and he stares with hollow emptiness at the street and the horde of passing feet following the bier. MURROW'S VOICE-OVER ...a man who made humility and simple truth more powerful than empires." And Albert Einstein added, "Generations to come will scarce believe that such a one as this ever in flesh and blood walked upon this earth." The camera picks out those who ride on the weapon-carrier with Gandhi's body... the stout, blunt, but now shattered Patel, Gandhi's son, Devadas, the strong, almost fierce face of Maulana Azad, now angry at the Gods themselves... and finally Pandit Nehru -- a face with the strength of a hero, the sensitivity of a poet, and now wounded like the son of a loving father

MURROW'S VOICE-OVER

... but perhaps to this man of peace,

to this fighter who fought without

malice or falsehood or hate,

the tribute he would value most has come

from General Douglas McArthur:

"If civilization is to survive," the General said this morning, "all men cannot fail to adopt Gandhi's belief that the use of force to resolve conflict is not only wrong but contains within itself the germ of our own self-destruction."... A news truck is parked in the mass of the crowd. As the cortege nears, the photographers on it stand to snap their pictures. There is a newsreel crew center. The camera features a woman photographer (Margaret Bourke-White) who sits with her legs dangling over the side of the truck, her famous camera held loosely in her hand, un-regarded, as she watches the body of Gandhi approach. The intelligent features are betrayed by the emotion in her eyes. For an instant we see Gandhi from her point of view, and read the personal impact it has on her. MURROW'S VOICE-OVER

Perhaps for the rest of us,

the most satisfying comment on this tragedy

comes from the impudent New York PM which today wrote,

"There is still hope for a world which reacts as

reverently as ours has to the death of a man like Gandhi."...

The camera is high and we see the cortege from the rear, moving off down the vast esplanade,

its narrowing path parting

the sea of humanity like a long trail across a weaving

plain...

and as the shuffling sound of sandalled feet fades

in the distance we dissolve through to

"Sangeet Kalpataru" A Book on Music by Sree Viveka Nanda

SWAMI SREE VIVEKANANDA JI &

VIVEKANANDA ROCK @ KANYA KUMARI , India


( Sand storm ) please click here

Vivekananda Rock @ Kanya Kumari ...

Here we remember a GREAT SOUL & Son of Mother India : ~~
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Swami Vivekananda in a Beam of Musical Light by Prakash G. Burde While researching for an article on Pandit Ramkrishnabua Vaze (1858-1943) one of the foremost Hindustani vocalists belonging to the Gwalior Parampara, I stumbled upon a fascinating piece of historical information about Swami Vivekananda, which was either hither to unknown or simply ignored.

I want to share this with the net surfers, particularly the readers of Kamat's Potpourri, as I consider the musical side of Swami Vivekananda (also known as Narendra Nath Dutt) in his short yet eventful life, very unique.

For Swami Vivekananda, music "is the highest form of art and those who understand it, is the highest form of worship (for them)"

(collected works V-125)

Narendra Nath inherited love of music from his parents. While his father Vishwanath Dutt taught him rudiments of Dhrupad and Dhamar the raga music of ancient India, while his mother Bhuvaneshwari Devi, taught him the music of lighter genre such as "Krishna-Leela" depicting the pranks of Krishna - the toddler.

Swamiji's contemporaries, Swami Abhedanand and Shyamanand mention that Narendra Nath also had intense training from Beni Gupta, Ahmed Khan, and Chhote and Bade Dunni Khan. He also learnt to play the Pakhawaj, an ancient Indian drum held horizontally and played with fingers, while squatting on the floor.

Before he turned twenty, Narendra Nath was an accomplished singer in Dhrupad and a much sought-after Pakhawaj player. He participated in several concerts in Kolkata, then known as Calcutta. It should not surprise many that Vivekananda besides being an excellent orator, was well versed in theatre as well. He acted as Abhedanand in Trilok Nath Sanyal's musical play "Nav-Vrindavan" and donned saffron robes. Perhaps it was ordained by providence as proved later that Sri Ramakrishna Paramahansa, who witnessed this show was to be his mentor and saffron robes and asceticism became a way of life for Narendra Nath Dutt.

There were two localities in Calcutta, which were truly famous as centers of east-west cultures. One was known as Duttapara where Narendra Nath Dutt lived; and a few furlongs away was Tagorepara, where Rabindra Nath Tagore lived. Many of Rabindra Nath's songs like "Gaganer Thale" in Raga Jaijaiwanti, a night melody, were musically set to tune by Narendra Nath, and his rendition of this composition made it sublime and ethereal.

Rabindra Nath Tagore, himself a great composer, was later to become a precursor of the new "Rabindra Sangeet" an amalgam of music of east and west and also of Carnatic music popular in Southern India. All this without naming Rabindra Sangeet as 'fusion music' which is ever so popular today!

This new system of music created by Tagore is recognized by the All India Radio as light music.

Ramkrishnabua Vaze (1858-1943) mentions about his visit to Swami Vivekananda's Bareilly Ashrama on his return trip from Nepal. Vaze was a guest of Swamiji and both of them indulged in vocal music every evening much to the delight of local connoisseurs. "... Swamiji would get up early in the morning, tune his two Tanpuras (Indian drones) and sing a morning melody Ahir Bhairav, specifically a Tansen Dhrupad composition, to wake up the Ashramites.

" The days I spent in the Ashram were simply unforgettable" Vaze remembers (Sangeet Kala Prakash II).

Besides being one of the foremost spiritual teachers, Vivekananda made a profound and everlasting contribution to the revival of Hinduism devoted to the social development of the downtrodden. But at the same time it is regrettable to note that his other great gift, that of musicianship, was totally ignored by his followers.

He wrote a book on Indian music "Sangeet Kalpataru" while he was barely twenty! While the first edition bore his name as the author, the later editions published by the same publisher Baishnav Charan Basak quietly dropped the author's name (Narendra Nath Dutt) perhaps under compulsion and changed the title to "Sachitra Vishwa Sangeet" edited by the publisher himself!

[ courtsey :vasavadam ]

DADDA / Rastra Kavi Sree Maithilee Sharan Gupta

<-- This old Pic. has Papa & Pant ji behind DADDA = Sree Maithili Sharan Gupta & --- >
the picture below is of
PAPA ji @ AIR studios listening to some recording before its broadcast

DADDA
Rastra Kavi Sree Maithilee Sharan Gupta ki yaad aa rahee hai .

[ By : Lavanya ]
[राष्ट्रकवि मैथिलीशरण गुप्त अपने मित्रों
नरेन्द्र शर्मा, सुमित्रानन्दन पंत,
बालकृष्ण शर्मा नवीन, डॉ॰ नगेन्द्र
व इलाचन्द्र जोशी के साथ]

``सखि वे मुझसे कह कर जाते,

तो क्या वे मुझको अपनी पथ बाधा ही पाते।

नयन उन्हें हैं निष्ठुर कहते

पर इनसे जो आँसू बहते

सदय हृदय वे कैसे सहते?

जायँ सिद्धि पावें वे सुख से

दुखी न हों इस जन के दु:ख से

उपालम्भ दूँ मैं किस मुख से?

आज अधिक वे भाते।''

-मैथिलीशरण गुप्त

ATIT KE CHAL CHITRA " Dadda ka Ghar -- Delhi 1962 " ~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~ Delhi ki loo bhuree garmiyon ka mausam tha. Hum log Bambai se 2 mahino ki school ki chuttiyon ke dauran, Papaji ke pas Dehli aaye hue the. [ Papaji = mere pita / swargiya Pt. Narendra sharma ]

Papaji us samay AIR ke Chief Producer / Director ke pad per the aur unka Delhi rehna bhi avashyak tha. Bharat Sarkaar ne unhe Bambai se Delhi bulva liya tha. Hum log Bambai mein hi pale bade hue the aur Nayee Dehli hume " parayee Nagri " hi lagtee thee.
Papaji se milne ka utsah to tha per Delhi ki Garmiyon ne pareshan bhi ker rakha tha. Per Hum sub aa hee gaye Delhi. Dadda, Sree Maithlee Sharan Gupta Rajya Sabha ke M.P. the. Thik Rastra Pati Bhavan ke Chaurahe ko paar ker , jo pehla Makan padta tha uski pehli Manjil per, Dadda ko ek Flat , Bharat Sarkaar dwara , rehne ke liye diya gaya tha. Dadda Garmi ki chuttiyon ke Sansadiye satra mein, apne Mool vatan, JHANSEE ja rahe the. Per jab hum [ meri amma Sushila Sharma aur hum 4 bhai aur bahen ] 3 dino ke lambe safar ke baad, Dehradun express [ Jo her station per rook rook ker, 3 dino ke baad Bambai se Delhi pahoonchti thi aur Express kehlane ke............. bilkul layak nahi thi ;-)) ...] Us se yatra poori ker ke hum log, matlab , main, Lavanya, mujhse Badi Bahen Vasavi , Chotee Bandhvi aur bhai - Paritosh aur humaree Amma, Sreemati Sushila Narendra Sharma , ye hum sub, Dadda ke ghar pahunche. Wahan Dadda se milte hi, Hum sub bacchon ne , unhe pair choo ker , vidhivat PRANAM kiya. Dadda ne sir per hath rakh ker aashirwaad diye. Amma ko dekh prassann hue aur kaha, " accha hua Bahu tum aa gayeen. Chouka samhalo aur dekh lo, maine anaj, aata , daal chawal sabhi rakhva diya hai , tum eese apna hi GHAR samajhna aur anand poorvak rehna main laut aaoonga aur tum logon se miloonga. "

Unki nisschal hansee aaj bhi mujhe yaad hai. Meri oomar , us waqt, kareeb 11 ya 12 varsh ki hogee. Dadda , khoob lambe the. duble patle bhi the. Aur Garmiyon mein maheen suti dhotee aur ek sutee " ang vastram " bilkul Gandhiji ki tarah lapate rehte the. Unka ek Sevak bhi tha. Naam abhi yaad nahee aa raha. Wahi unki dekh bhaal karta tha. Bade se badee Hastee aa jaye ya koi sarvatha aparichit .ya koi navagantuk .........subko ek sarikha Nashta woh ek badi see thalee per saja ker de jata tha.

Nashte mein humesha yehi parosa jata tha ........1 chota sa ladoo , Pudinee ki ekdum Haree chutnee ka chota sa ek BINDU aur Paav tukda [ 1/ 4 ] ....Mathdee !! :-))

Dadda , kehte the ki, Sarkaar Bijli ka Bill deti hai aur hume uska sahi istemaal karna chahiye , durupyog nahi karna chahiye ...aur we, 1 No. per hee Pankha / Fan.... chalate the aur poore paseene se bheeg jate the !! :-))

Yeh unka Baddappan bhi tha aur Bacchon see nischal masoomiyat bhi thee unke vyakttitva mein aur unki sadgee aur bholapan tha aur hum mein se koi unki kahee baat ka pratikaar nahi kar paya.

Haan unke Jhansi ke liye Prasthan hone ke baad , Fan / Pankh khoob teji se chalta raha per Delhi ki Garmee ke samne wo bechare ki bhi kya bisaat thee !!

Dadda ne Vasavi ki HASTAKSHAR Ekattha karnewali Ek copy mein yeh likh ker use diya tha jo aprakasheet hai --- kyunki Vasavi her Kavi se kehtee thee ki bilkul nayee Rachna aap meri ees kitaab mein likh dijiye --- to suniye ,

" APNA JITNA KAAMAAP HI JO KOI KER LEGA ,

PAA KER UTNI MUKTI AAP WOH AURON KO BHEE DEGA ! "

[ aur neeche hastakshar kiye, " Maithili Sharan Gupta " ]

Dadda ke flat ke padaus mein ek ASHOK bhai rehte the jo Rastra Pati Bhavan ke Chief Pastry CHEF the !!

Unke hathon se taiyyar kiye gaye , bahut badhiya Puddings, custard, Jello , Ice Cream, Cake khane ka avsar bhi usi dauran hume mila tha. Jo Meethi yaadon mein Ras bhee ghol gaye !

Mere Madhur Meet .....

( this is my Amma : Late Sreemati Susheela Narendra Sharma )

Mere Madhur Meet .....

मधु माँग ना मेरे मधुर मीत

मधु के दिन मेरे गये बीत ! ( २ )

मैँने भी मधु के गीत रचे,

मेरे मन की मधुशाला मेँ

यदि होँ मेरे कुछ गीत बचे,

तो उन गीतोँ के कारण ही,

कुछ और निभा ले प्रीत ~ रीत !

मधु के दिन मेरे गये बीत ! ( २ )

मधु कहाँ , यहाँ गँगा - जल है !

प्रभु के छरणोँ मे रखने को ,

जीवन का पका हुआ फल है !

मन हार चुका मधुसदन को,

मैँ भूल छुका मधु भुरे गीत !

मधु के दिन मेरे गये बीत ! ( २ )

वह गुपचुप प्रेम भुरी बातेँ,(२)

यह मुरझाया मन भूल चुका

वन कुँजोँ की गुँजित रातेँ (२)

मधु कलषोँ के छलकाने की

हो गइ, मधुर बेला व्यतीत!

मधु के दिन मेरे गये बीत ! ( २ ) ~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~[ रचना : स्व. पँ. नरेन्द्र शर्मा ] ~~~~~
[ गायक : श्री . सुधीर फडकेजी ] ~~~~~~